Young Sapphire hummed as she trimmed the hem of her skirt, occasionally stroking her chin and nodding when she did it right. She was well aware of her mother's intense gaze but didn't want to bother herself. If her mother wanted to speak, she'd speak without hesitation. And as long as her mother doesn't speak on her own accord, she won't be able to get anything out of her. Sapphire knew that fact very well.She continued her work and when she was done, she held the skirt out to the sun with a proud smile on her face. Lobelia sighed, grabbing Sapphire's attention again. She rolled her eyes and rolled the skirt up. "You know, Mother, you can speak if you wish to. If you keep sighing like that, you'll only annoy me," Lobelia sneered at her daughter. She didn't like her sass."Well sorry if I was trying to be considerate about telling you what's on my mind," she retorted childishly."Oh, do tell, my considerate and compassionate mother," Sapphire teased, then giggled. Lobelia tried to mai
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