<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: baseballscript;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Mira</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;">Mira watched Logan closely he seemed somewhere else after she had spoken. He had mostly taken slight offense at her last rule but it was her rules her boundary it was all she had."I mean no offense it is a rule I tell all my clients, but I do apologize if I offended you" she say's apologetically. Mira watched as he whirled around his hair flowing behind him, he was an attractive man and yet he did not think the same of himself. Mira listened to Logan's rules it seemed he was sensitive about how people saw him, she nodded her expressions still as a painting. All Mira could sew was a flash of a white dress, it seemed she had two people to protect. "You have a daughter?" she said her voice now a bit uneasy she had never been good with children, this was going to be a challenge.</div>(Nice twist lol)