Sophia was daydreaming... What was she thinking about?
She had laid her hands over her dress, just over her abdomen...
She did feel a prescence behind her, but didn't turn back, as she knew it wasn't going
to do her any harm...
And, at last, when she heard the sweet voice of that man, she turned around, showing her eyes sparkling with emotions.
"Anton... !" she replied, with a voice halfly hestitating, but still with a hint of joy.
She took a step back, but pushed back the incertain feeling into a corner of her mind to throw herself into Anton's arms.