“Mes chéris…please,” she had thought today would be a good day to take her children out without any aid of the help or their father as he was out to sea, and though she may have been better suited for a life dealing in gunpowder and iron, Aurore enjoyed these little lost moments more than she thought she would. 

“Non non, we do not touch,” Before her child even had a chance to reach out, Aurore reprimanded them and the little girl in more lace than needed was eager to keep looking 

“Pardon,” Her accent thick despite how many years it has been since she was last in France, “But we are looking for…” She couldn’t remember the name, but looked to her oldest daughter to recite the title and as the child of no mare than 12 spoke out as though bored. The younger two children were twins, different enough by the way they looked but close enough to make it easy to suspect, 

“Maman, wishes for A Romance of the Three Rs.” 

Aurore nodded and kept hold of one of the twin’s hands, “Yes please, by Walter Crane?”