"And what might the main dish be?" Milan asked with raised brows.

Chief Sasha did not exactly know how to have this talk with her daughter. But she knew that she had to. "Erm... Milan how old are you now?"

"I am nineteen now!" Milan replied, "but in a couple of months, I'll be twenty."

"Oh! That's nice. That's around the same age I was when I had you. Oh, how I remember it like it was only yesterday. That was the happiest day of my life. You were so little and so adorable. Your butt was not this big and chest this full then. It was all so..."

"Mother!!!" Milan stopped her. Her cheeks had become red from embarrassment. "Just go straight to the point. Please!"

Chief Sasha laughed a bit, "okay! I understand you are a big girl now." She sighed and then laughed some more. Apparently, she was still rolling down memory lane.

"So tell me. What do you think about that Master Writer?" Chief Sasha asked.

"Huh!?" This question had taken Milan off guard.

"What do you mean mother?"

"I mean