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Before I could complete my thoughts, she turned away. I watched her walk until she stopped in front of the mirror.
Oh…
She glanced at her reflection– the dress— before walking back to me. “Did you like your dress, Sophie?”
I couldn't exactly see her emotions. Her eyes remained blank, her body language no different. It was difficult to say how she felt about the dress. Before I could ask again, she turned to the door, opened it and walked out.
Okay…
The wheels spun in my head as I rushed to catch up with her. Did she not like it? If she didn't, she’d have said so, right?
Again, I was tempted to hold her hands as she climbed down the stairs, but her slow pace was my only solace. She couldn't fall.
Wait, she was old enough to climb the stairs herself, right?
I didn't have time to answer when a voice interrupted my thoughts.
“Good morning, ma'am. How was your night?” I cringed a bit at the title. I was nowhere near a ma’am’s status.
“Virginia, please, I've told you, call me Evie.”
I narrowed my eyes at the tinge of red that stained her cheeks. Was she embarrassed?
“Evie.” She smiled. I returned her smile with a warm one.
Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw Sophie brush past Virginia to the dining room.
Oh, it seemed like she didn't like her time being wasted? Or did she like to do everything according to routine?
I quickly glanced at my wristwatch. It was a quarter to eight.
“Oh, little Miss likes to eat on time.” Virginia chuckled awkwardly before turning in the direction of the dining area.
“Did she ever say that?” It seemed like a weird question, but I had my reasons.
“Say what?”
“That she likes to eat on time?”
“Oh no,” she shook her head. “Sophie rarely speaks, not especially to us but once her food wasn't served on time and she got angry.”
My brows raised at this. “Angry?”
She sighed, slowing her pace. “Even though she has… issues, she's still a child. And children throw tantrums.”
“How exactly did she get angry?”
“She frowns.”
I didn't know what I was expecting but not that. “Is frowning not a common thing?”
“I wish it was,” she sighed. “Sophie rarely smiles or frowns or laughs. She... she just does her own thing.”
Virginia sounded hurt. Like she's been around to witness that for long.
“How long have you been here?”
“Four years.”
