After hearing what Isabella Yowell said, Mireille Yowell immediately brightened up a lot. Right! She was a little Princess—how could that fool ever compare to her!
So, after happily washing up, she changed into her pajamas, ran to the bed and went to sleep, planning to wait until she woke up the next morning before going to look for Brother Jeremiah.
Seeing her daughter like this, Isabella Yowell forcibly suppressed the unease in her heart and walked over to sit down in front of the dressing table. The face in the mirror was, to her, both familiar and strange; it carried a few shadows of how she used to look, yet it was also like that of a completely different person.
