"That song sounds really good. That voice... it seems familiar."
Albert, having just finished his bath and changed into thermal underwear before coming out to the courtyard for breakfast, listened to the light melody playing around him. He pulled out a chair, sat down across from the table, and began enjoying the lavish breakfast the house-elves had just delivered.
"You really can't tell?"
Katrina stopped her yoga routine and gave her brother-in-law a very strange look.
"It does feel like I've heard it somewhere before. Is there a problem?" Albert took a sip of milk, casually picked up the newspaper from the table, and prepared to see if there had been anything noteworthy lately.
"Keep pretending. Your mistress is singing, and you can't recognize her voice?" Katrina curled her lip at Albert's act and dropped a bombshell.
Pfft!
Albert sprayed the milk he had just swallowed all over the newspaper.
Cough, cough, cough.
Mistress?
The word genuinely caught him off guard.
"That beautiful vampire lady from Spain." Katrina smiled as she reminded him. "This is her newest record, released after she graduated from school."
"Spain, vampire? You mean Yanira? I haven't seen her in a long time. And she's not a vampire—she just has a bit of vampire blood. She doesn't actually drink blood."
Albert flicked his fingers lightly, as though pulling a handkerchief from thin air, and wiped the corner of his mouth. "By the way, where did you get this record?"
"From your Christmas gifts. You had me open them last time. There was a Christmas package from her for you, along with a letter. It should be in your study with the other letters."
Katrina had not opened the letter, but she could still guess what it said. She looked Albert up and down, then suddenly said,