"Hey Adagio, I have some questions about your sister Sonata. If you don't mind answering them." Mac asked trying to hide how nervous and intimidated he was by the leader of the trio. "I was wondering what she likes and if she is single."
Adagio almost instantly tensed, her brows knitting and her shoulders squaring. It was a wonder that she did not let out a snort and paw the ground like a protective father bull.
“Oh? Why, yes, in fact. She is single. Last I checked, that is. What kind of things were you thinking of asking about? What type of flowers she liked? Favorite colors? Scents? That kind of thing?” she asked innocently enough.













