The Fourth Daughter

Chapter 5

Elvira was glaring at Lady Dimitrescu through the mirror, she was sitting draped in the fleece blanket on the lady's lap at the vanity.

Do note that she did try to scoot off her lap to only be pulled back by Lady Dimitrescu into her seated position multiple times until she gave up with a sigh at being reminded of her futile escape attempt on the bed.

In front of Elvira she could easily reach the table surface because of Lady Dimitrescu's imposed assistance that the inky black haired girl didn’t much appreciate.

It was finally lunchtime, and instead of human flesh that Elvira feared was on the menu was fortunately a white porcelain bowl of what smelled like chicken soup with bits of vegetables floating in the broth along with a few slices of buttered bread on a small plate and a single ornate silver spoon all atop a very fancy silver tray; however there was one thing that ruined Elvira's mood for lunch, besides sitting on "Mommy's" lap.

It was the sterling sippy cup, the silver shining with flowery engravings that Elvira stared daggers at, now this was her tipping point in all this; sure all the cooing and acting like she was a baby one thing, but she did not want to drink out of that damn fancy ass sippy cup. She would die on this hill if she had to, and was more than willing to chuck that cup out the window that was right to her left, Lady Dimitrescu was silently observing Elvira's expression in the mirrors reflection, noticing the girls blue eyes flickering between the cup and the window; she could see the storm brewing behind those calculating eyes which notably was a very familiar look her daughters made when they were about to do something impulsive, she was very correct on that assumption when the girl attempted to ennact her plan by quickly reaching forward making a grab for the silver cup.

Predicting this Lady Dimitrescu hurriedly reached for the cup first and away from the girls grasp, realizing her plan was foiled Elvira threw her head back letting out a groan.

"Now naughty girl, we must remember our manners, that includes throwing dishes and cutlery my baby," Lady Dimitrescu maneuvering Elvira with care of the casted limb to sit the girl sideways to properly receive the chastising "I know you're just fussy from being hungry my dear," cooing at the grimacing girl as she grabbed the silver spoon to scoop up some chicken broth and chunks of chicken with vegetables, bringing it to the girls constantly pouting lips.

Elvira stared cross eyed at what was being offered to her and instinctually she wanted to bat the spoon out of the lady's gloved hand, but stopped herself to consider for a moment that she was getting away with acting out without much consequences like she would've expected, but even Elvira knew not to test her luck that much with the lady and her stomach panged in hunger at the delicious aroma wafting up her nose.

"Come on dear, open wide for Mama," Lady Dimitrescu softly encouraged, and with great reluctance she opened her mouth to allow entry which delighted Lady Dimitrescu "that's my girl."

Elvira silently accepted spoonful after spoonful that was offered, when there was nothing left but broth Lady Dimitrescu plucked up the bread to tear up into a chewable chunk to dip into the remaining broth and hand feed the scowling girl until the process was over and done with.

"My-my, someone was certainly hungry, you ate all your food like a good girl," Lady Dimitrescu praised Elvira booping the girls nose who was now pleasantly full but unimpressed at the booping action "I am certain now you must be parched," Lady Dimitrescu swiftly brought the girl into a cradle position in one arm and tightly wrapped the blanket around Elvira pinning her limbs, bringing into view the dreaded sippy cup "No-no thanks, get that thing away from me," Elvira blurted out as she tried to thrash and wriggle her way to freedom without a lot of luck, Lady Dimitrescu patiently hummed waiting for the the girl to tire herself out and the thrashing to cease, eventually bringing the silcone spout to the girls mouth and firmly pressed; leading to a muffled noise of opposition as the girl sealed her lips shut and trying to turn her head away from the offending object.