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Dalia’s POV.

“Emily come on.. do this for me,” I whined in frustration. Why isn’t she grabbing this opportunity to take a picture with the West grand kids?

“Dalia no. I don’t do kids remember? I am only making an exception of yours.” She snapped.

I giggled, recalling when she made a fuss to be called Aunty Em. Then I’ll need to persuade her more. “Look, I am not talking about any other. Want to know about them? They rule the teens world. You can actually use him.”

There was a pregnant pause. “What do I stand to gain? And how did you even come to this agreement?”

I yawned loudly. Yeah, my night wasn’t well spent. “It’s a long story. I came out for ice cream and six kids followed me. At least I have a little knowledge about the family. Now I can defend myself better. I think they are just victims of emotional abuse. Especially Eros.”

“If he doesn’t tell you anything, don’t act like you know.” Emily warned gently. I could hear worry in her voice. “Playing the pa