~198~

Eight years later.

*NEW ZEALAND*

~Mirabelle~

"Mama, I'm going to be late for school!"

"Almost done, honey!" Quickly, I rushed out holding a flask as I handed it over to her.

"Geez, take it easy. I didn't ask you to run a marathon." She chuckled as she took the flask from my grip. "You know what mama?"

I glared at her. "What?" She was the reason I hadn't gotten a good sleep because I slept late and now I had to hasten up to prepare breakfast for her.

She chuckled. "Stop glaring, you look less pretty when you're glaring. I've told you before, haven't I?"

"Go ahead. Lecture me. I think it's been long I had a good lecture from you."

She broke into laughter and for a moment she sounded like her father. Of course she would. She looked like him anyways just that she got her eyes from me. Blue eyes.

"Come on, mama. You know I deserve some credit from you. After all, I'm the reason you got all my teachers in school as your customers. They all say you make the best meals in town."

"I know that.