"The more you speak, the more I wish for that child in your stomach to be a girl. I wonder if you'll repeat these same words or perhaps curse your child for not being a boy. What a strange world we live in when people cross their fingers for a boy. It's odd how a woman finds a girl to be useless. Tsk tsk," Amelia shook her head. "Any longer and I'll eat all the grapes."
"Please serve the food," Margaret said to the servants on the sidelines patiently waiting to start dinner.
"I wonder where you got your personality from, Amelia. Your mother was never like this or maybe, I did not know Anne well," Richard considered the possibility.
