Extra II. Lost

Realizing that Grace was looking up at him, Mr. Hunt quickly wiped away the tears. He didn't want the Little Princess to cry too. Their morning was supposed to be beautiful. It was Grace's first meeting with her great-grandmother.

"How is it, My Love? Do you now believe that I am not exaggerating? Our great-granddaughter is indeed very beautiful and shining. Look at these clear round eyes! Don't they look exactly like his father's and even James's? Their eyes allow me to imagine your face more clearly.”

After swallowing bitter spit, the old man stroked the baby's round face. “And these cheeks … don't you like blushing cheeks? If you were still here, with us, I'm sure you would have pinched and kissed her over and over again. Even Greta almost bit Grace’s cheek yesterday. Luckily, I was quick enough to stop her action. I don't want her teeth to leave any traces on our great-granddaughter's perfect face."

As if understanding what the old man was talking about, Grace