Freya instantly liked the old man. Edward Miller had unknowingly earned a place in her good graces with a simple compliment… telling her she looked like her mother. Freya adored Eleanor. She admired everything about her, from her warm smile to her bravery. To Freya, her mother wasn't just a parent… she was a superhero. Being compared to her in any way instantly won her over.
Seeing the little girl's bright smile, Edward's affection for her deepened. There was something pure and radiant about her that reminded him of a gentler time.
"Young lady," Edward said with a kindly tone, "may I invite you to meet my granddaughter sometime?"
Eleanor quickly stepped in before Freya could answer. "I didn't know your granddaughter was here, Mr. Miller. Unfortunately, we have some important matters to take care of today. But we'll definitely visit her next time."
