She stepped out of the gates of No. 1 Middle School.
Stanley Zachmann made a grand gesture and called for seven or eight cars.
Nathalie Quinlan was just following a group of people out.
Across the street, a crisp and sweet voice called out, "Sister!"
When Nathalie Quinlan looked up, she saw Edric Yancey, like a little kitten, darting out of the car. He was wearing an adorable little dress shirt today, with a large cat print on it, a small tie at the collar, and seriously pinning the cat-shaped brooch she had bought him to the pocket area.
His run towards her was a bit limp, but this minor defect was completely covered by the joyful elation on his face.
Because he was so beautiful!
Even with the Fisher Family's genes, he perfectly inherited the Yancey Family's looks, resembling his uncle, with facial features so flawless that people found him enchantingly attractive from a young age.
"Nathalie, who is that?"