Sophie and Ilaria

The Fae

Mccullough seemed to be waiting for Ilaria to laugh, but she didn’t see anything funny about it.

With no reaction from Ilaria, Mcculough rocked back, resting her arms on her tummy again. “You are Sicola’s daughter.” Mcculough said suddenly, gesturing to the seated lavender figure once again.

Daughter?

Ilaria turned to the lavender figure, more interested in it than ever. She got closer. Those were ...