“Such a cute little girl. What’s her name?” The sales assistant walked over to the.
“Amia.” Emilie smiled softly, looking over at the little girl who was watching shoes.
“Beautiful, just like her mom.” She placed her hand on Emilie's elbow.
“Um thanks, I guess.” Emilie brushed it off walking over to the cashier, paying.
Emilie hands the bodyguards her bag, calling Amia over.
“Now where do you want to go?” Emilie asked.
“I’m hungry.” Amia looked up at Emilie, pouting. Her big blue eyes reminded her of Alicia.
Alicia
“That’s great,” Sanna said, looked over at her sketchpad.
“Thanks, babe.” Alicia winked and colored the dress.
“How are miss billionaire and my devil child?” Sanna chuckled.
“Both are great, she’s at the mall right now. We will work on getting Amia into a school, and
