~{EMELDA'S POV}~
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Six years later….
So much had happened and not only did I finally bond myself to Smith but my daughter had grown up a lot and could finally speak which was fascinating to me. Everyday I look at her makes me feel so powerful that I could actually bring someone to the world.
She was currently seated before my mirror as I lovingly brushed her thick long red hair while she watched me with adoration through the mirror. And while doing that, I was humming a song she liked just to make her feel my love.
"Mama?" She called to me.
"Yes, my beloved?"
"Can I ask a question?"
"Yes you can." I permitted her out of curiosity.
"Why do you always look at Uncle Lanny?"
At her innocent question, my hand froze midair and I frowned slightly.
"Always look at him? What do you mean?" I played ignorant.
"Like you want to eat him," she answered and giggled at her words.
But if only she knew how true she was.
