EPILOGUE (I)

Weeks later.....

"My beautiful Nora, sorry your godmother wasn't there to hold you first," Sophie said, carrying the little girl who was giggling and bouncing. "And I even heard they were fighting over you," she added, not looking at anyone in particular.

Madame Rosalie and Freya, who stood in the corner of the room, scoffed, trying their best to remain calm.

"Don't you think you're doing too much? And it looks like Nora wants to sleep. A godmother would know that much, right Freya?" Madame Rosalie asked, turning to look at Freya.

Freya nodded in agreement, flipping her hair. "Of course, those are the little things a godmother should know. Nora is giggling loudly, which means she wants to sleep."

Sophie finally turned to look at them, still holding the little girl, whose red hair was now growing out in curls.

"Why? So I can leave the room and you both can start fighting again?"