Chapter 372. You Were Crying

Apphia POV

A cute girl no older than twelve barrels down the hall to me. She has long, curly hair and blue eyes. I thought she would knock me to the floor, but she stopped at my feet with an ear-splitting smile, showing me her braced teeth.

“Emily, what did I say about running in the house?” Lady Anaiah scolds gently.

“Sorry, Mommy,”

Emiliana regards me again, bright eyes full of excitement.

“Apphia, I’m so glad you’re well,” she says, wrapping her arms around my waist. I smile, sharing in her enthusiasm- it’s infectious.

She pulls away, and we exchange pleasantries, her hand holding mine.

“I love, love your hair so much!”

“Thank you. I love yours, too,”

“Yeah, but it’s a little boring. I asked Mommy if I could dye it like yours, but she refused. She says she’s the cool mom but is not,” she whispers that last part. I stifle my giggle.

“Did you dye your hair?”

“No,”

“What about -”

“Emily, calm down.