Viviana pondered Gong's question, a faint smile playing on her lips as she recalled her numerous hobbies and talents. She could have boasted about her mastery of ancient languages, her expertise in various arts, or her exceptional skills in fortunetelling. But instead, she chose to share something more mundane, a simple pleasure she enjoyed in private.
"I like to sleep," she admitted, her golden eyes crinkling at the corners.
"There's something incredibly soothing about losing oneself in dreams, don't you think?"
She popped another chip into her mouth, savoring the salty, tangy flavor.
"And I have a weakness for spicy food. The hotter, the better."
Gong nodded, a hint of amusement in his eyes.
"I'll keep that in mind, Seventh Miss."
All Mrs and Mr. Rosenzweig kids are so weird their daughter likes to sleep! How funny is that and no joke Vivi loves to sleep.
They stopped at a hotel and got two rooms and Vivi said goodnight.
As Viviana settled into her hotel room, she couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over her. The simple, unadorned space was a stark contrast to the opulent chambers she was accustomed to, but it held a certain charm nonetheless. She set her belongings down and began to unpack, her movements efficient and graceful.
Tun Tun, her loyal companion, curled up on the bed, his tail thumping softly against the mattress. Viviana smiled at the sight, grateful for his presence in this unfamiliar surroundings.
She changed into a comfortable pair of pajamas, the soft fabric a welcome respite from the designer clothes she typically wore. As she slipped under the covers, she felt a sense of contentment settle over her. For the first time in a long time, she was free from the expectations and judgments of her former family.
Viviana reached for the remote control, flipping through the channels until she found a documentary on ancient Chinese art.
She picked up her shabby black backpack. She unzipped the bag. The large black backpack was messy inside. Inside was a laptop, a toy gun, a mechanical watch, a roll of black cloth the size of her palm, a long metal box, a lighter, a pack of cigarettes, several lollipops, and three cell phones, two of which had heavy clamshells designs while the other was a light clamshell. Although each item didn't weigh much, together, they were a heavy packages these were gifts she picked out for her biological family.
Viviana's fingers brushed against the various items in her backpack, each one a carefully chosen gift for her biological family. She picked up the mechanical watch, its intricate gears and delicate hands a testament to her attention to detail. She wound it gently, listening to the soft ticking as it came to life.
Next, she examined the toy gun, a replica of a famous pistol from the 19th century. She had spent hours researching its history and significance, wanting to give her family a gift that would spark conversations and memories.
The roll of black cloth caught her eye next. She unrolled it carefully, revealing a beautifully embroidered silk scarf. The intricate pattern depicted a scene from ancient Chinese mythology, a symbol of good fortune and prosperity. She had spent weeks learning the art of embroidery, pouring her heart into every stitch.
Viviana's gaze lingered on the long metal box. Inside lay a set of antique calligraphy brushes, each one crafted from the finest materials. She had studied the art of calligraphy for years, mastering the delicate strokes and intricate characters. These brushes were a symbol of her dedication and skill.
Viviana's thoughts drifted to her nine godfathers, the men who had taken her under their wings when she was just a small child. They had taught her everything from the art of disguise and deception to the mastery of ancient languages and martial arts. Each of them had imparted their unique knowledge and skills, shaping her into the multifaceted individual she was today.
But there was one promise she had made to them, a pact that weighed heavily on her heart. She had sworn never to use her talents unless absolutely necessary, to live a life of simplicity and humility. It was a vow she intended to keep, even as she faced the uncertainty of her new life with her biological family.
With a sigh, Viviana zipped up her backpack and set it aside. She turned her attention back to the documentary, losing herself in the rich history and cultural significance of the artworks displayed on the screen.
She grabbed the ancient scroll a disciple gifted her and she started to read the ancient Egypt language.
As Viviana's eyes scanned the ancient Egyptian scroll, her mind raced with the memories of her past. She could still hear the whispers of her godfathers as they taught her the secrets of their respective crafts, each one a master in their own right. The language flowed easily off her tongue, the complex symbols and hieroglyphs dancing before her eyes.
This art and language is interesting she put on the Simon's.
Viviana's fingers traced the intricate hieroglyphs on the ancient scroll, her mind translating the ancient Egyptian text with ease. The words spoke of a forgotten prophecy, a tale of a chosen one who would unite the lands and bring forth a new era of peace and prosperity.
As she read, she couldn't help but feel a sense of destiny stirring within her. The prophecy seemed to resonate with her own life, her unique talents and abilities setting her apart from others. Yet, she pushed the thought aside, reminding herself of the promise she had made to her godfathers.
She turned her attention to the Simon's, her fingers dancing over the strings with practiced ease. The melody filled the room, a hauntingly beautiful composition that seemed to echo the ancient words etched on the scroll.
Tun Tun lifted his head, his ears perking up at the sound of the music.
Vivi fall asleep on the messy bed she woke by Gong knocking on the door she fall on the ground and Tun Tun looked at her and whined.
"Your master got hurt and you worry about eating," Vivi mumbled before she stood up and opened the door.
"Seventh Miss here clothes I did not know what size you were so I guessed," Gong said. It was a shirt, black ripped jeans, a sweatshirt and sneakers. She gave Gong a thumbs up what a nice guy.
Back in the Linh Vivi never wore designer clothes she was more like a servant than a daughter only Brother Zing was the one who always spoiled so this was nice.