The little one was staring down at the figure on the stage without blinking, her tiny hands waving nonstop, as if she wanted to get even closer, to see even more clearly.
But right now Amelia Foster's body was already pressed up against the glass railing; there was no way to move forward any further.
"Sweetie, don't move, just watch from here. If you wiggle again, Mommy won't be able to hold you." Amelia said to her daughter.
The little one really did stop moving, but her gaze still stayed fixed on Atlas Shaw below.
And every time Atlas picked up the microphone to speak, the little one would shout "Atlas!" and clap her hands like crazy.
"Mom, Ivy really, really likes this big star." Clarence Xenos said.
"Of course she does." Amelia smiled. Seeing the bright grin on her daughter's face, she felt that bringing her out like this was actually a very good thing.
