"Do you like it, Mama!?"
As we made our way through the crowded mall, heading toward the restaurant on the sixth floor, Willis asked happily, showing his hand morphing effortlessly from a normal human hand to that of a vampire's.
"Yeah, you are good at it," Olesia replied with a gentle smile as she patted his back.
Willis beamed at her approval, his lavender eyes practically glowing with happiness.
He began to jump up and down, holding tightly to Olesia's hand.
"..."
And walking behind them, I looked at their interaction with a weird look on my face.
"Must be nice." Walking behind me, Christina mumbled, pinching my arm, "Having your child call a beautiful girl 'Mama.'"
"Come on, she isn't as beautiful as you," I replied, shrugging off her grip while turning my head toward her.
"...Not in disguise," she mumbled, averting her gaze from me.
'Who the hell is she?'
