Five years later,
"Where do you think you are running?" Stella yelled at the top of her lungs as she made her way across the corridor. To say that she was sprinting like a rabbit wouldn't be wrong. Her eyes were fixed on the little figure clad in a baby pink frilly frock which reached only to her knees and was running before her. "Even your father cannot save you this time from my wrath."
The little girl didn't look any less than a living doll with the locks of her black wavy hair framing her small face which could easily be covered by a grown man's palm. Her hair reached her shoulders only with a couple of fringes covering her forehead which only made her hazel eyes stand out more. Her porcelain skin was as flawless with a slight tinge of pink hugging her cheeks.
