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

very sweet of you to say,

After that, Anastasia and Elliot returned

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

to go back

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

thought it would be better for everyone if she

ended up spending two hours each day learning how to stand, walk and sit properly. At the end of each lesson, she was exhausted

tellers would drop by the house, and she wondered if the young master truly

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

would go to the location and

walking up the stairs when she suddenly heard Arthur calling

herself before him, then asked,

shoulder rub,” he answered curtly as he