Fiora's POV
"George, don't run too fast, you'll fall!"
I called out to my three-year-old son. He grew up to be a very active and creative child. Indeed, children are better like this but sometimes I get a headache. Because one second he was out of my sight and the next second I would find him making a mess.
"Miss, you go with George first. Let me finish the cooking," said Lenora who was helping me cook in the kitchen.
I removed the apron from my body, then put down the cooking utensils I was holding. "Thank you, Lenora. I don't know what would have happened to me if you weren't here with me," I said, then hurriedly exited the kitchen and caught up with George.
Coming out of the kitchen, I didn't see George anywhere. I immediately went around the resort to look for George's
