"Are you trying to say that my little princess is too much for you to handle?" Amelia asked, touching the pretty pink dress Gina selected for the day. Amelia once thought nothing could beat getting dresses for herself, but there was nothing better than picking out cute dresses for her daughter. "She sleeps like a little angel."
"Amelia, I am happy that I can say this and you won't get offended because it is true, but that child is a little demon. Far from an angel. Now that you are here, can I please take a break to have a moment alone?" Gina requested.
"Of course! I told Alastor I would send you out so you- And there she goes," Amelia shook her head at the sound of Gina running out of the room.
Amelia looked away from the sleeping child to Edith, who was still looking out the window. "What are you doing, Edith? What is so important out there?" Amelia asked, peering out the window to see what had Edith so distracted, but she saw nothing.
