Enna Clark had just opened her eyes, still gazing at the ceiling with the confusion of having just woken up, when she heard the voice of a female assistant outside, âSir, it has been instructed that we cannot give Ms. Gigi any candy.â
Candy?
Gigi?
She was instantly awake.
In the living room, the female assistant was on the verge of tears, tightly gripping a well-wrapped lollipop, fearfully looking at the man reaching out to her. She discreetly retreated two steps, cold sweat on her forehead, stuttering her explanation, âWe really cannot give Gigi any candy.â
She didnât know why Ms. Gigi couldnât have candy, but it was specifically mentioned not to give Ms. Gigi anything like sweets.
She suspected it might have something to do with Ms. Gigiâs health. She seemed to have heard somewhere that Ms. Gigi was not very well.
Although during her time taking care of Ms. Gigi, she never noticed anything wrong with her health, it was best not to give her candy since it was instructed.
The reason she took out the candy just now was only to coax Ms. Gigi, not really intending to let her eat it. Besides, with the packaging intact, Ms. Gigi wouldnât be able to open it. At most, she could just lick the candy wrapper a couple of times.
âGive it to me.â The simple two-word phrase carried an oppressive force that one dared not refuse.
The female assistant shook her head, feeling too pressured to speak. But her attitude was still resolute, refusing to give it!
At this moment, Enna Clark emerged from the bedroom.
Upon seeing her, the female assistant felt as if a ray of hope had appeared, immediately calling out, âSir!â
The little girl in Baron Lawrenceâs arms also saw Enna entering the room. The little girlâs face lit up suddenly, filled with excitement, her chubby little body twisting like a caterpillar, opening her arms towards Enna, and calling out with a clear and resonant voice, âCa⦠cat⦠â
Ennaâs lips curved into a tender smile, walking over and poking the little girlâs cheek, but correcting her, âItâs Mommy, not a cat. Gigi, follow me, say âmomâ.â
ââ¦Cat.â Giselle Lawrenceâs tongue curled, and it became âcatâ once again.
âWhatever.â Enna, not knowing what to do with her, gave up, âLet it be a cat.â For a one-year-old child, being able to speak already was very impressive, she couldnât ask for too much. After all, not everyone was a genius like little Bobby, who could accurately say some simple words when he was one.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
The little girl seemed particularly excited to see Enna, giggling like a small silver bell, waving her arms in her babyish voice, and sweetly calling, âCat⦠cat⦠ma⦠â
Enna held her little hand, and she immediately grabbed onto Ennaâs fingers in return. Quite strong, she wouldnât let go. She continued to babble in her own invented alien language while gripping Ennaâs hand.
A doting smile appeared at the corner of Ennaâs mouth as she stroked the little girlâs soft head and turned to ask the assistant, âDid Gigi drink milk this morning?â
âYes, I prepared the milk according to your instructions for Ms. Gigi. She drank it all.â
âGood, thatâs reassuring.â Enna felt relieved, asking her, âWhereâs my uncle?â
Isnât the baronâs uncle the duke?
The female assistant immediately replied, âThe Master left on the plane this morning after watching Ms. Gigi finish her milk.â
In the past, she didnât know what a little princess was; she always felt princesses only existed in fairy tales she read as a child. It wasnât until she was assigned to be the baronâs assistant due to her excellent work performance that she truly saw what a little princess was like.