Her cheeks flushed for a moment in response. Porcelain doll… She’d never gotten that kind of compliment before. She had liked when Miss Monet had touched, though she wasn’t sure why. Or how to get her to do it again. But, unconsciously, she was already leaning a bit closer.
“Thank you,” she said in a small voice. She wanted to perhaps say something about Miss Monet’s lovely green hair. That it was pretty as Easter grass? No, Miss Monet probably would think that was weird…
She was so cute. Monet wanted to play with her hair. It was childish but she couldn’t help it. Monet had liked Lamie since the first time she had seen her. Seeing her lean closer made it for her. She rose her hands for her fingers to brush Lamie’s bottom lip slowly.
— ❝ You don’t need to thank me, Lamie. I’m just being honest.❞
