She was delighted about her new found freedom. Rayne was amazed at how unwound she had become in the few hours she had spent with the little girl. Alessandria was a free spirit waiting to be unleashed on the world. Rayne let Alessandria make the sandwiches and pack the picnic basket. She watched how the child giggled when her little feet came into contact with the carpet grass, her little arms loaded with a blanket. Rayne looked around, hoping that Sofia wouldn’t stand them up, but when she saw Morrison exit the house with a chair and a small table she knew that the queen would be in attendance. Sofia was overdressed for a dinner at the white house, let alone a picnic in her own backyard. “I’m glad you could come Mrs. Burke.” Rayne helped Alessandria with her sandwich. “Me too, Grandma,” Alessandria mumbled. Grandma? Where the hell was the girl’s mother or father? “She’s so beautiful.” Rayne watched Alessandria run about chasing butterflies after they finished eating.
