"Harry?" Evelyn Sherman's brows knit slightly, as she asked softly.
"Little Evelyn, we're going to lay down three rules with you. If you don't agree, we won't let you out!" Harry's childish voice, filled with the authority of a little adult, clearly came from outside the door.
His delicate and handsome little face was all seriousness.
Next to him, the Little Princess who was eating cake smacked her lips and hastily echoed her brother's words, "Right, we won't let you out!"
"..." Evelyn rubbed her forehead, looking at the two little tykes who were holding their parents hostage to negotiate terms, wondering just what kind of little demons she had brought into the world.
"What are your thoughts? Open the door first, and let's talk properly." Evelyn's voice turned gentle, cajoling the two mini sirs outside the door.
Then turning to look at the other big sir in the room, who was not the least bit hurried, she almost wished she could kick him twice.
