"Beside him," Grandpa continued proudly, "is our little treasure, Liliana," his voice beaming with joy.
Every head at the table moved toward the little girl still curled up in Nicole's arms. She did not match anyone's gaze as if she had been born to ignore others.
For a moment, it might have felt as if she were being rude, but somehow I can see through her. We were all unknown to her, and the kids' first instinct was to go straight to their safe spot. Their parents.
Lily blinked once, looking at all these unknown faces, and then tucked herself even tighter against his chest, arms wrapped stubbornly around his neck.
A ripple of soft chuckles spread around the table.
While some cooed over her small and cute reaction while others praised Nicole for the upbringing he had done.
Nicole, like a gentleman, accepted the compliments as he spoke with a smile, "She's shy."
