"Violeta! How many times has Mom taught you, girls need to be reserved a bit!"
Charlotte Bollock twisted her waist and dodged Evelyn Crawford's outstretched hand, then with a swift move, she really darted up the stairs like a nimble little fish.
Sitting at the dining table, Penelope Jenkins widened her eyes in amazement. "Wow, Sister Violeta is so awesome."
Evelyn Crawford put her hands on her hips, frustrated. "That little rascal, I only taught her a few moves, and she's already using them against me."
Having said that, she walked over to the dining table and gave Penelope Jenkins a little smile. "She's such a troublemaker. Penelope is definitely the cutest."
When Penelope Jenkins sat there quietly, not speaking or moving, she truly resembled a porcelain doll.
Amanda Jenkins teased from the side, "I think Violeta simply inherited your personality, which is quite good."
