Whilst trying on the white lace dress she had, she heard the bell ring. They never had any visitors around, not when her godmother wasn’t around. Not bothering to change out of the lace dress, she went to answer the door. The door revealed the face of another Zamolodchikova and not the man she had met in the opera, but his sister, Yekaterina.
“Oh, Miss Zamolodchikova. Come in, please. My godmother just left, in case you were looking for her.” Trixie marveled, she didn’t know why she was here.
“Call me Katya, darling,” she added with a smirk on her face, she resembled her brother.