Friends

Nesryn sat with her brother at the mansion's reception room, amusement evident on her face as she waited for her brother's friends to arrive at the mansion proper. She raised an eyebrow at the younger man's restlessness, given the amount of times his legs started shaking and stopping for the past five minutes as she read a book that was brought over by the maid upon her request.

"Mikhael, calm down. I am delighted that I could meet your friends, I am not mad," she reassured the younger man, with a soft tone and a smile on her face, placing a hand over his, "why don't you go and greet your friends with Enrique," she suggested, taking her hand back and leaning on it as she watched Mikhael's facial expression turn from nervous to stoic.

As if knowing he was called, the door opened revealing the old butler.