The guard stole another glance at Amy, his lips parting as if to speak but quickly shifting his gaze to Lewis and Keira.
Was this little girl really their child?
Better to stay quiet, he thought.
After dinner, Amy stuck close to Monbatten, shadowing him like a loyal sidekick. She sat quietly at his side, observing his conversations with the many guests. Unlike most kids her age, Amy didn't fidget or cause a fuss.
Monbatten glanced at her, his curiosity piqued. "Aren't you bored?"
Amy shook her head, her face lighting up. "Not at all!"
In fact, she was thrilled. She'd never been around so many adults, engaging in lively conversations. It was a refreshing change from the usual hushed meetings her parents kept her out of.
What fascinated her the most was Monbatten's distinct accent. Even though he spoke in Country A's language, Amy found she could understand him—thanks to the lessons her mom had given her as a child.
