"Mama, you look beautiful," Aiden said for the tenth time now as he knelt on his mother's bed, combing her long, shiny hair to fall freely behind her.
Anastasia's lips twirled up at his admiration. "Thanks, sweetheart. You also look cute," she said, staring at her irresistible reflection in the mirror ahead of her.
Anastasia fell in love with her irresistible reflection, seeing how intoxicating she appeared in the mirror as she would claim herself if she were a man.
She also noticed Aiden had some distinct colors of cosmetics smeared on his nose and cheeks when he assisted her in dolling up.
"You don't have to speak to any guy when you're out. If they call you pretty, tell them I'm taken by a handsome guy." Aiden spoke softly yet his voice sounded cold and serious.
When Anastasia heard him, she grinned at his words as her cheeks flushed pink. She stared at his reflection in astonishment and met his gaze.
"Where did you learn that from?"
