It was cold, and she was scared, barely holding on all night.
Even though her uncle took her on a private jet, gave her a change of clothes, and served delicious delicacies.
But, with something weighing on her mind, Little Molly feared that her Daddy might really be taken away by a vixen willing to go to any lengths for power, just as she overheard the servants talking about.
So, even when she was dozing off on the plane, with her little head nodding off, Little Molly stubbornly refused to fall asleep.
...
But the moment Skye Brown embraced her, all of Molly Wellington's long-time defenses of willfulness, cold-heartedness, ferocity, and assertiveness crumbled.
She really, really loved this Auntie's embrace.
Soft and warm.
She also loved her scent, like warm little daisies, just like the mother who had never appeared in her dreams.
...
Skye Brown stood up holding Molly Wellington, completely ignoring Sasha Hammond's deadpan expression.
