Pj Masks Amaya Glasses นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Damien’s POV The morning after the gala, I was halfway through a bitter espresso when the intercom buzzed. “Miss Amaya Donelle to see you,” my assistant said. I almost laughed. “Fine, let her in,” I muttered, then hit the release. Amaya swept into my office in a cloud of perfume and calculated grace, her sapphire dress replaced by a crisp white coat and dark glasses. I stayed behind the desk, one brow arched. “What do you want, Amaya?”

“There is no way you’d look handsome and cute without your mother using any skin care products on you. Trust me, you’re just a kid and you know nothing. You’re simply—” “I’d have to stop you right there, Fiona,” Janette interrupted with a raise of her palm. “My son is naturally cute and adorable, and so is your daughter, Amaya. You should focus on taking better care of her and her needs instead of trying to mound her into something she’s not,” she walked to where Amaya stood and bent to her level, smiling at the little girl. Amaya smiled back, using her free hand to hold Janette. “She is already so beautiful with the cutest eyes I have ever seen. There’s no need to change anything about her.

“How much was that? Kenzie trailed beside her, holding her tablet like always. “$50,000 on glasses only.” Jacintha stopped in her tracks, “Just 50?” “Better than before”, Kenzie replied. “$50,000 on sunglasses. That's quite much”, Jacintha said quietly, she turned to them. “But who's counting?”, she let out a rich woman laughter. Kenzie laughed along, Jacintha looked at the men carrying the bags, they also laughed, exchanging confused glances. Then she stopped, they all also stopped.