Chapter 8
- In Anya’s room, Penelope knelt by the little girl, helping her out of her school uniform.
- “There we go, all done,” Penelope said with a warm smile as she folded the small blouse and skirt neatly. “Now, let’s find something comfy for you to wear. What do you think?”
- Anya tugged at the hem of her undershirt, eyeing Penelope curiously. “Are you always this neat?” she asked, tilting her head.