Chapter 2 Cheered me up

Evelyn's POV I was currently driving back in the car. My so-called mother was ecstatic as I was lost in contemplation. I remained silent following Mr. Ashford's admission. I'm not sure how to respond. I mean, how would you feel when you find out that you are getting married and will have a child that is almost three years old? I'm anxious, yet I didn't detest the child. I have never worked with children, so you can't hold it against me. Although I wanted to leave this marriage, I am unable to do so. My mother had already given her approval. And if I refused, she would make fun of me by saying that she helped me out in numerous ways, including giving me food and housing that I didn't deserve. And I don't want to go through the terrible experience once more. All I want to do is go to my room and sob uncontrollably. I have to get married even though I don't want to! Mr. Ashford assured me that he would support me and allow me to fulfill my aspirations, but I also want to be loved. I want a husband who will value me and a family that will love me. However, I'm not sure if I'll receive it. When we stopped, I inhaled deeply. I left immediately and headed for my room, but my mother caught me by the arms and stopped me. She said, "Evelyn Isabella will be here to meet you in a few hours." Mr. Ashford's daughter is named Isabella. I gave her a nod because I didn't want to continue. I simply walked to my room and sobbed while pressing my face against the pillow. I was unable to process the reality of my marriage, and now his daughter is visiting me. I'm not sure how long I sobbed. But I fell asleep when I was exhausted. A loud thud voice woke me up. I was initially afraid of who would be. However, I then recall that it's my mother, who consistently knocks on my door in this manner. I went to open it after sitting up. When I opened it. "Be ready, Isabella is here!" she exclaimed. The speaker made it obvious why they wouldn't: emergency. She was the princess of Ashford. I gave my mom a nod before heading to the restroom. I sprayed my face with water. The child's condition is unknown to me. Was she a brat? Or a well-behaved girl! She will be a brat because she was Ashford's princess! I noticed that someone or something was hiding beneath the woman's leg as I went to see my mother with a stranger. Miss Benson, I look after Lily Isabella. She welcomed me and told me. She was in her forties or so. She appears to be a lady. I give her a small smile. Pulling the little child in a red dress, she did so gently. Is she able to appear more adorable? My gosh! She was adorable. The young girl gave me a shy glance before grabbing Lily's dress once more. Is she afraid? "Hey... baby come here" is something I can't help saying. She was afraid of the unfamiliar environment, and I didn't want the angel to feel the same way. I urged her, displaying my glittering pins, "Wanna this?" She glanced up once more and then grinned slightly. God! Her grin. A beat skipped in my chest. She undoubtedly looked up at Lily to get permission when I gestured for her to approach me. Oh my... Lili gave me a nod before approaching me and removing them from my grasp. She began to engage them in play. When I see her, I grin, but then I hear my mother's voice. She warned me with her gaze as she stated, "Evelyn spent some time with her." "Come, Lily, let's have a cup of tea." After grinning at my mom, Lily pivoted and left. I looked back at the princess as she played with my pins and other accessories. Oh, my goodness, she is an angel and not a brat or anything. How mistaken I was about her! My smile came naturally as I walked toward her. She nodded as I smiled and said, "Hey, you like it." Why Doesn't She Speak? I tried to make her feel at ease with me by playing with her, and I believe she finally did. I asked her again since I wanted her to take it, but I started talking to her while playing with her so as not to frighten her.

After laughing at my performance, she resumed playing. I knew she was comfortable when she laughed, so I asked her a question. I asked her the most basic inquiries. "Baby, what's your name?" I settle her on my lap and ask her. I want her to introduce herself, even if I know her name. "Isabella," she remarked in her infant voice as she raised her gaze inquisitively. "What happened?" She abruptly stopped playing and glanced down as I inquired. When I asked her again, she remained silent. "You want to ask something?" She raised her face to me as I asked. Yes, she nodded her head. "Go ahead" I assured her, grinning. Urging her to continue. After a brief period of silence, she asked a question that I'm not sure about either. "Are you, my mommy?" I heard it, but it was only a whisper. I'm not sure how to respond to her. Am I? Her question made me swallow. Her expectant green eyes were staring at me, and I couldn't keep quiet. What should I do? She was staring at me nonstop, and I was at a loss for what to do. I then decided to find out what she desired! My mother didn't seem to be going to back down, and neither did Mr. Ashford, so my marriage was set in stone! "Can I ask you something?" She nodded after appearing disappointed. "Do you want me to be your mommy?" I questioned her. And I had hope this time. I already adore her. She seemed to be pondering deeply, which depressed me, but she then said something that cheered me up. She offered me her toothy smile and chirped, "Yes." She embraced me and put her hand around my neck. In her infant voice, she began to sing a tune. My heart skipped a beat when she uttered anything. "You are my mommy"