"Hey, Emma, how was your day today?" After getting the news from the servant, Adrian went downstairs to Little Emma's side, "You don't look very happy. Did the other Emma play a prank again?"
"No..." Little Emma sighed while curled up on the sofa, then turned her face, propped her cheek with one hand, and gazed intently at Adrian for a long while.
"Is there something on my face?" Adrian couldn't help but touch his own face curiously.
"No... I'm just... a bit curious." Little Emma made a few meaningless gestures, then suddenly moved within inches of his face, her eyes wide open as she looked at him: "Am I pretty, Ed?"
"Pretty? Oh, of course, not only pretty but also very charming. You're an adorable little cutie." Adrian laughed and pinched her little cheek, but then immediately felt it was inappropriate, retracting his hand with a dry cough and looking elsewhere.
"Then..." Oblivious, Little Emma continued to ask sheepishly, "Then... between Charlotte and me, who is prettier?"
