Seeing the impatience flicker across Annie's face, Isolde, standing beside her, asked in confusion,

"Is something wrong, Annie? You don't look pleased."

Not wanting to dampen Isolde's mood, Annie forced a smile.

"It's nothing, Mom. Just Sofia calling-furious over something trivial again. You know how she is-always losing her temper over the smallest things."

At the mention of Sofia, a fleeting sadness crossed Isolde's eyes.

"I'm sorry, Annie. Perhaps I spoiled her too much when she was little, ...