Victoria's little eyes are practically identical to how our Shawn looked when he was younger.
No wonder at their arrival, we immediately found her so familiar and adorable, it must have all been the pull of a blood kinship.
"Our dear Victoria, she's such a good granddaughter."
Mrs. Clegg moved to hug Victoria again.
She was so joyous that she had to weep, after longing for so many years, her grandchild suddenly fell from the sky.
And a boy and a girl!
Mr. Clegg, both joyful and resentful, kicked his son who was standing nearby, "Have you remembered yet!"
His son cradled his aching head, "I'm trying to remember…"
Michael was correct, seven years ago, he was indeed studying in Paris and by then had quite the reputation as a playboy.
Of all the female students he had charmed, there were at least a hundred, if not dozens more.
