"Don't worry, Aola," Miranda reprimanded her aunt sternly. Remember that you are the most beautiful and beloved.

- Yes, dear, - Irishka wanted to turn her head towards the girl, but was stopped by Marta, who was conjuring over her hair.

“And don’t worry, nothing will happen to me,” the necromashka put her feet into scarlet high-heeled shoes. - When I grow up, will you give me the same ones?

“Absolutely,” the Marquise smiled, looking at the reflection of the happy baby in the mirror. - BUT…

“But I won’t indulge,” the beauty put on a ring on each finger and now admired them, taking her hand to the side....