Nina, she'd like to think, was appropriately shocked.
So many things had happened.
And if Butler Henry—or, god forbid, their parents—were to hear of any of it, they'd probably be in even worse conditions than she was now.
After all, the little princess was only six, so what did she really know? And what even truly mattered to her?
Well, Fruit Roll-ups, apparently.
Oh, and her big brother's happiness, too.
Still, the lingering echoes of the unimaginable were hard to shake. For the world around her was no longer the same.
Figuratively and literally.
Her big brother, the very embodiment of the word inaccessible, had willingly touched someone.
He even ki—kissed someone!
Nina's brain was screeching, and even her mind was embarrassed at the thought of talking about kissing.
The scene played on a loop in her mind, and like a cosmic disaster show for children, her mind was even bleeping the scenes with stickers.
