What a little flirt the tiny boy was, Millie thought with wistful amusement. He kept peeking at her, and every time he did, she wiggled her fingers knowingly at him.
"My brother has a girl not too much older than him," Millie commented. "Maybe three months older." Though she and her brother had many issues, she had visited them many times while they were on the continent.
"Well, that's wonderful. I'm glad for you, Pansy. I bet you two make a striking couple." Her happiness almost poured from her pores, and Millie wondered if she'd ever have anything resembling that. She'd given up the possibility, she knew now. Stpuid, stupid her.
"I've been traveling and setting up my business I want to start," she said. "Antiques and such. I've been going around to far and obscure places to procure enough things to set up a shop." It might surprise people that Millie has a business acumen, but her father was a businessman and she'd learned at his knee.