Stella rolled her eyes so hard that she and Chelsea looked practically identical—like they had been cut from the same mold.

Olivier, however, wasn’t about to get mad at this little troublemaker. He simply said coolly, “Are those eyes of yours just for rolling?”

Caught in the act, Stella suddenly felt guilty and stole a glance at Chelsea. “I learned it from Auntie.”

Chelsea glanced back at her—Couldn't you have picked up something better from me?

Before Chelsea could chime in, Olivier scoffed, “And you think you’re on her level? Are you prettier than her? Smarter? Do you have bigger eyes?”

Stella: "..."

“When your aunt was your age, she...