Later, she went out with the girls and a few werewolves to sell those valuable antics. In her way, she saw that girl again..., that little girl who begged for her father. She looked worn out. That dress on her was torn and dirty. She didn't look like she had her meals well in the last few days.
Aileen walked toward her, bent down, and watched those dolls on the ground which she once sold to them. The girl was sitting alone there, busy playing with flowers and some kind of leaves that was placed before her. She was still oblivious of Aileen's presence.
That little girl didn't see wolves were standing with Aileen's girls. Gazing at her, hurt as she asked pointing at a beautiful flower garland, "How much is that, flower girl? Can you tell me?"
She raised her head and looked at the flower.
