A series of rushed footsteps on the staircase interrupted them and they all looked over. Dahlia was now wearing her favorite night wear—a purple silk floral dress that Jasmine specially designed for her. She ran over and threw herself into Jasmine's arms. "Jasmine, you love me very much, right?"
"You naughty little thing. When did you learn emotional blackmail?" Jasmine laughed and tapped the girl's cheek. "Of course I love you with all my life."
Dahlia joyously looked up at her sister with bright eyes. "Can I sleep in your room tonight?"
Harry and Sophie smiled at their younger daughter's new way of asking for what she wanted. So that was what she was getting at.
Unfortunately, Jasmine rejected her. "What a bummer. I want mother to sleep with me tonight."
"Can you not?" Harry frowned when he was suddenly targeted.
Jasmine laughed at her father's dejected expression. "I'm sorry papa. Can I steal Mrs. Cavendish from you tonight? I promise to give her back in the morning."
