Trixie and Katya ended up playing dolls with the little girl, and Katya loved seeing Trixie interact with her. But, it wasn't long until they were all being called down for dinner.
They came downstairs to see Pat setting the place mats down.
"Sit wherever you like! Dinner will be out in a moment," She said before she disappeared into the kitchen again.
Trixie followed Katya to a seat at the table, sitting down next to her and across from Dee. She got another spike of nervousness as a big, tall man walked into the room. Trixie assumed it was Katya's father.
"Who's this?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at Katya and gesturing towards Trixie.
Katya looked at her father. "This is Trixie, my friend," She said, and glanced between the two.
"Hello sir, nice to meet you," Trixie said politely, a small smile on her face. The man only nodded, but Trixie was okay with that. It could have gone a lot worse.
They all enjoyed a lovely dinner, filled with mostly Mrs. Zamo asking questions about Trixie and trying to get to know her. Honestly, Trixie felt happy.
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a/n: katya's father is an asshole already i hate him
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