The evening is beautiful.
But what he wants to focus on is the person standing beside him.
Celeste Norwood heard Samuel Dalton's words and responded with some defiance, putting her hands on her hips and giving a small huff.
"Uncle, little Celeste isn't a child. Don't think you can fool me with such words!"
After saying that, she seemed to want to bolster her courage and stomped her foot confidently.
Samuel Dalton "..."
He looked at the little girl who barely reached his thigh and was trying hard to stand on tiptoe, falling into an odd silence.
Small yet spirited...
Celeste Norwood noticed Samuel Dalton's gaze and became even more upset.
"Uncle, I'm ignoring you now!"
With that, she turned around in a fit of pique and climbed onto a nearby stone step, resting her arms on the railing.
Then she lifted her hands, cupping her chin in her palms.
The expression of "I'm angry and don't want to talk to uncle" was evident on her face.
