With her blond hair and gray eyes, little Camilla von Ascheberg was a miniature clone of her parents. She also looked surprisingly regal for a two-year-old in her blue dress and matching hair bow. Her brow scrunched when Josh and Niko accidentally knocked over a glass of water. “Daddy.” She tugged on her father’s sleeve and pointed at the spill. I could’ve sworn I heard a note of disapproval. “Don’t worry about it, sweetheart.” Rhys sighed. “Happens every year.” “I never thought I’d say this, but Rhys’s kid is the only one who isn’t a little terror,” I muttered to Stella. At least Camilla had
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