AZALEA'S POV
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"I love it!" Lyra beams, gasping as she rushes to the bed, touching it lightly like it's made of glass. She spots the finished doll house, squeals and runs over, eyes shimmering with excitement. "Look! It's decorated!" She giggles, opening one side to see the rest. She starts playing with the little animals and dolls. "Lyra, it's time for a bath." I remind her, and make my way to the en-suite bathroom. I run her a bath. She's been playing outside the entire day so that I could finish her room after it aired out for about two days after we painted it, and she rarely bothered me, making sure that I was finishing her dream room.
I had to stop and tell her to come eat, because she was too excited to interrupt me, too impatient and didn't want me doing anything else.
"Lyra!"
