But her daughter was far more confident than her, a small face gleaming with a smile more radiant than flowers. "Aunt Tercy, this little one will do her best to fulfill your wish~~"
"Then I, as the big brother, will have to cling to your coattails first."
Obby Stuart took little Clarissa down from his father's back, cradled her in his arms, and exclaimed excitedly, "One day, when little Clarissa becomes a superstar, it'll make me proud to walk around saying I'm her brother."
"Hehe, Obby big brother, wouldn't it be even cooler to win over my sister instead?" Little Clarissa murmured by his ear, not too loud, not too soft.
This caused his fair complexion to flush crimson.
He wasn't sure if his parents or Aunt Ella heard it, but regardless, he felt profoundly flustered and slightly at a loss for words.
It was as if someone had glimpsed his deepest secret.
