Minutes later, A car packed In front of the Volkov mansion. The two ladies left the car as the walked toward the direction of the door of the mansion.
Irina opened the door herself, her soft smile widening when she saw Elena and Tatiana standing there.
"My girls!" she exclaimed warmly, her voice carrying the kind of motherly affection that made Elena's chest ache. "Come in, come in. It's been too long."
Irina motioned for them to sit. "You both have grown more beautiful each time I see you," she said, her eyes crinkling kindly.
Tatiana grinned. "You always say that, Aunt Irina, but you're still the prettiest woman here."
Irina laughed, waving a hand. "Flattery will get you more cookies, dear." She stood and walked to the kitchen, returning moments later with a tray of tea and pastries.
Elena smiled shyly, taking a cup. "This smells so good."
"Old family recipe," Irina said proudly. "Now tell me — how have you both been?
