My Baby’s Daddy

Chapter 656

“Of course! You can bring me those sketches anytime,” Anastasia agreed with a smile. 

“Really? Thank you so much, Mrs. Presgravel” Lorelai nodded earnestly, then continued. “I‘m designing the jewelry for a friend of mine as a gift. With your feedback, I‘m sure the gift will be perfect for her!” 

Anastasia asked curiously, “Did you ever go to design school?” 

“No, I’m just doing this as a hobby, which is rare for me. I picked it up and I fell in love with it, but I didn‘t, like, receive professional instruction or anything like that. I guess that‘s what sets you and me apart, huh?” Lorelai replied modestly. 

Laughing, Anastasia said, “Well, I‘d rather you keep this up as a hobby. It can be cabng if you turn a hobby into full–fledged work.” 

Lorelai chuckled as well. “Yeah, I guess you have a point.” 

At that moment, someone at the dining table caught sight of the piano sitting in the corner and started pushing Lorelai to perform a tune. The girl very obligingly walked over to the grand looking instrument and took her seat, then started playing a song with the sort of quiet grace that lulled everyone into a trance. While the melody carried on, someone said in a low voice, “Lorelai sure is talented. She could be a maestro if she wanted!” 

“I‘m sure she‘ll marry well someday,” another person added. 

sweet of you to say, but

the guests had left three days after the wedding. After that,

and she had seen the press release about their wedding. However, the exclusivity of the event meant that the media did not have much information to proceed with, and the journalists dared not use it

bars and bought himself a villa close to Elliot‘s as a temporary dwelling place. Initially, Sophia wanted to go back to visit her parents, but Arthur refused to let

Sophia on the ways of upper–class societies. Thus, beginning the first steps of

would be better for everyone if she remained as carefree

instructors were dedicated to their jobs, and they

learning how to stand, walk and sit properly. At the end of each lesson, she was exhausted and

upstairs doing heaven–knows–what. Occasionally, fortune tellers would drop by the house, and she wondered if the young master truly believed in such things, or if he was helplessly superstitious because he

thrown a seance to communicate with Arthur‘s grandfather‘s spirit in order to pinpoint the location the old man best preferred to be laid

off the medium, Arthur decided that he would go to the location and scope things out for

up the stairs

presented herself before him, then asked, “Is there something you need help

curtly as he