Meanwhile, in a lavish bedroom in Paris, France, Elaine suddenly sneezed.
She was dressed in a beautiful princess poofy dress and stood by the window.
At the moment, it was dusk in Paris, and as the sunset bathed her little face, it appeared white and rosy pink.
With a "creak," the door opened.
Elaine turned to look at the entrance, seeing a woman walk in.
She called out, "Aunt Martina."
Martina had large and small bags in her hand. "Elaine, come and see what your aunt has brought you."
Obediently, Elaine walked over and saw that Martina pulled out several beautiful dresses and some expensive Barbie dolls from the bags.
"Do you like them?" Martina asked.
Elaine shook her head, her voice sweetly saying, "Aunt Martina, I don't want these. I want to go back to Brocade City. I miss Brother Kent."
A hint of sadness clouded the smile in Martina's eyes.
