"Not at all, dear. You are a beautiful one I must say...but you look so exhausted. Nazo, pull out the guest bed."<br/><br/>Nazo nods and obeys his mother. The bed was a closet bed but it was, like the rest of the place, was well taken care of. A soft, queen sized bed with breathable sheets and a soft, light cover. Not a padded down bed especially since it is during the summer.<br/><br/>"She needs a disguise for today, ma."<br/><br/>She nods and studies Josephine's body. She takes a few measurement asking, "Would you like a mother's dress or something nanny like? Maybe a teenager, dear. You have the look."<br/><br/>Nazo chuckles watching them. His ma is also a tailor. Not professionally but with all these kids, there is bound to be ripped clothes and such. With their money going toward the building, sometimes the tailor gets pricey.