CHAPTER 47Evelyn's POVAria's first word was "no."I should have expected it. She was her father's daughter, after all.She said it at breakfast, sitting in her high chair, smashing porridge between her tiny fingers."Aria," I said, wiping her hands. "Don't do that.""No."I froze.Raphael looked up from his papers. "Did she just...""She did."He set down his papers, a grin spreading across his face. "Her first word.""It's not a word. It's a sound.""It's a word." He crossed to us, kneeling beside her chair. "Say it again, Aria. Say 'no.'"Aria looked at him. "No."He laughed. Actual laughter."She's a genius.""She's stubborn.""Same thing."I shook my head, but I was smiling.---Aria grew quickly.Too quickly, it seemed. One moment she was a tiny bundle in my arms, the next she was crawling across the floor, pulling herself up on furniture, chasing the servants' skirts.She had Raphael wrapped around her tiny finger."Don't let her touch that," I said one afternoon, watching him
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