Yes, quite the about-face in little Mila, no doubt about it. Well, Kross really had only himself to blame. Genevieve felt the moistenings of desire at her graphic intentions for sweet little Maeve, and her slow, satisfied smile mirrored Mila. "You know what's best, darling. So to Vanessa's, then. On the way, would you like to tell me how you'd like me to help with this Evelyn?" She considered. "What does she look like?" One could always hope for pleasure with business.