Chapter 22 Katerina

• "I'll try harder," I swear. Ulyana responds with a pleased smile. Clearing my throat, I stand a bit taller. "Girls!" I yell, working to keep my voice clear and even. I'm not sure what to expect, but I'm surprised when two different women rush into the kitchen. I recognize Olesya, who beams at me. The other one has light brown hair that drifts in long waves around her round face.
• Olesya's arms are folded securely behind her back, and her elbows stick out from her side. "How can we help you, miss?"
• Not used to giving commands, I fumble a bit. The words come out in a jumble. "I'd like—if it's okay—some French toast."