The little princess, with her short strides, walked by Chester's side, one step at a time.
And for them, always busy with a million things, the master who could barely spend a day at the villa, was actually accompanying a child for meals and walks...
The butler stood there, stunned, watching the two figures, one big and one small, coming towards him from a distance, he seemed entranced.
Was he seeing things? Why did he feel that Mr. Chester and the young miss looked a bit alike?
After having a full meal and a walk, Molly collapsed onto the bed and fell into a deep sleep.
Like a little fox, she laid straight on the pillow, her little butt stuck up in the air.
Looking at her extremely awkward sleeping position, Chester massaged his eyebrows, then turned her over so she could sleep comfortably and tucked her under the quilt.
