Bride Behind The Mask (Frederick and Marguerite)

Chapter 818

Marguerite affectionately ruffled Margot's hair as the waiter swiftly cleared away the previous dishes, politely asking Marguerite if she'd like to order anything else.

Margot beamed, her little face lighting up. "Pretty lady, I want chicken wings! Chicken wings, chicken wings!" she chirped, pointing mischievously at Marguerite. "She's paying!"

The waiter and Marguerite chuckled, but Silas gently tapped Margot on the nose, reminding her, "Margot, it's not polite to let a lady pay."

The little one blinked her big eyes innocently. "But this is Ms. Marguerite's restaurant, Daddy! She won't let you pay!"

Her eyes crinkled into a smile as she quickly turned her face back to Marguerite. "Ms. Marguerite, our names both have 'Marg' in them. Isn't that funny?"

Marguerite looked at the little girl's chubby, cherubic face, feeling her heart melt.

With a playful tweak of her chin, Marguerite laughed, "Yes, what a coincidence. Who named you?"

"No one, I named myself!" Margot declared with the candidness only kids possess, making Marguerite laugh again.

Who ever heard of a child naming themselves at birth? But then again, whose child was she?

twenty-one now, barely seventeen three years

never mentioned Margot's mother, leaving Marguerite a

eager little girl, complete

her face into a cute,

"You really like honey

yes, I love them! Do you like them too, Ms.

softly but didn't

wasn't particularly fond of wings, but Teresa loved them. There was always a plate of wings at every meal, and she never seemed to tire of them, enjoying every bite with a

like Margot right

little as

mask, but not the typical medical kind. It was more like the stylish ones celebrities often wore, perfectly fitting the contours

of a brooding prince straight out of a fairytale. Perhaps realizing his gaze

hold

tone gently distant. "I don't mind. She's adorable." Hearing the praise, Margot

distant with her dad! She didn't seem to notice his

so she decided it was time to give him a