Aunt Waverly had made some pastries for Jasmine Yale and squeezed a glass of fresh orange juice.
Jasmine took it and whispered with Ann Nolan in the bedroom.
Little Candy was sleeping so peacefully, unmoving, with her little paws raised, occasionally smacking her lips.
The floor was covered with a soft blanket, which felt warm even underfoot.
"Let's go to the supermarket together later," Ann said, "and buy some food. We'll make hotpot when we come back, I've been missing the taste."
"Sure, I've been alone in Cakago, and nobody's been around to join me."
"Is Mr. Carbon at work?"
"Yeah, I called him. He's been on a business trip these past two days, quite busy."
"I'll go and change, you keep Little Candy company for a bit."
"Okay."
Ann got up to change her clothes.
Jasmine bent down beside the crib, looking at the well-behaved Little Princess, feeling waves of tenderness in her heart.
"Little Candy, I'm your Auntie Jasy," Jasmine took her small hand.
