Sophia gently looked at them and smiled, "Well, you two get ready here, and I'll go downstairs to buy some drinks for you."
"Mom, I want fresh-squeezed orange grape juice."
"I'm the same as her, no ice!"
Both the big one and the little one spoke in the same tone. Sophia smiled and closed the door.
When she came back, she hadn't opened the door but heard a soothing and magnificent waltz. The corner of her lips curved up as she gently pushed the door open.
Capone had seriously put on a formal shirt and a casual suit. His loose hospital gown was thrown aside, along with his slippers, replaced by a shiny pair of leather shoes.
The little princess in a dress decisively stood on one of his feet with one of hers, wearing white tights and red leather shoes. Her feet were so small compared to Capone's that they could only be described as miniature.
