"Sweetheart! Look at these toys!" Atticus called out loudly, purposely attracting the attention of onlookers.
Daphne turned around and gave him a flinty glare, but there was nothing she could do in front of this crowd. Nothing she wanted to do, at least. Such as wrapping a cord around this man's neck and wringing him dead.
A sparkle appeared in Atticus's eyes. "Don't you think it would be perfect for our new baby?"
The princess's eyelid twitched as she huffed at her husband. She had forgotten how many times she had sent death stares and dagger-filled looks to this man. In the last two days, she felt as though she had forgotten all other emotions other than anger.
"Would the lovely couple be interested in some children's wear?" the store vendor asked, edging closer to them. She clasped her hands together, eager to pounce on her new potential customers.
Decently dressed, tidy, and free of grime. The eagle-eyed seller basically salivated at the thought of their next big sale.
