My Baby's Daddy

“Of course! You can bring me those sketches anytime,” Anastasia agreed with a smile.

“Really? Thank you so much, Mrs.. Presgrave!” Lorelai nodded earnestly, then continued, “I’m designing the jewelry for a friend of mine as a gift. With your feedback, I’m sure the gift will be perfect for her!”

Anastasia asked curiously, “Did you ever go to design school?”

“No, I’m just doing this as a hobby, which is rare for me. I picked it up and I fell in love with it, but I didn’t, like, receive professional instruction or anything like that. I guess that’s what sets you and me apart, huh?” Lorelai replied modestly.

Laughing, Anastasia said, “Well, I’d rather you keep this up as a hobby. It can be cabng if you turn a hobby into full fledged work.”

Lorelai chuckled as well. “Yeah, I guess you have a point.”

At that moment, someone at the dining table caught sight of the piano sitting in the corner and started pushing Lorelai to perform a tune. The girl very obligingly walked over to the grand-looking instrument and took her seat, then started playing a song with the sort of quiet grace that lulled everyone into a trance. 

While the melody carried on, someone said in a low voice, “Lorelai sure is talented. She could be a maestro if she wanted!”

well someday,” another person

very sweet of

wedding. After that, Anastasia and Elliot returned to the Presgrave

had a lot of free time on her hands, and she had seen

wanted to go back to visit her parents, but Arthur refused to let her do so. As such, she ended up following him wherever

etiquette instructors dropped by the villa to specifically teach and guide Sophia on the ways of upper-class societies. Thus, beginning the first steps of molding her

would be better for everyone if she remained as carefree as she had always been, unbridled by the stuffy rules

instructors were dedicated to their jobs, and they carried out the lessons according to a strict plan. Sophia ended up spending two hours each

wondered if the young master truly believed in such things, or if he was helplessly

living room of the second floor, a medium had apparently thrown a seance to communicate with Arthur’s grandfather’s spirit in order to pinpoint the location

that he would go to the location and scope things

said goodbye to her instructors. She was rubbing her aching shoulder while walking up the stairs

presented herself before him, then asked, “Is there something you need help with,

rub,” he answered curtly as he cast