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!”

she’ll marry well someday,” another person

said, “That’s very sweet of you to say, but Lorelai is just an ordinary

guests had left three days. after the wedding. After that,

to school soon, and Elliot had plenty of work piled up for him at the company. In stark contrast, Anastasia had a lot of free time on her hands, and she had seen the press release about their wedding. However, the exclusivity of the event meant that the media did not have much information to proceed with, and the journalists dared not use it as

Arthur had stopped living in bars and bought himself a villa close to Elliot’s as a temporary dwelling place. Initially, Sophia wanted to go back to visit her parents, but Arthur refused to let her do so. As such, she ended up

to specifically teach and guide Sophia on the ways of upper-class societies. Thus, beginning the first steps of molding

because she thought it would be better for everyone if she remained as carefree as she had always been, unbridled

they carried out the lessons according to a strict plan. Sophia ended up spending two hours each day learning how to stand, walk and

was having these lessons, Arthur would be upstairs doing heaven knows-what. Occasionally, fortune tellers would drop by the house, and she wondered if the young master truly believed in such things, or if

to communicate with Arthur’s grandfather’s spirit in order to pinpoint the location the old man best

that he would go to

while walking up the stairs when she suddenly heard

did as she was told and presented herself before him, then asked, “Is there something you

answered curtly as he