𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 .
Beatrice couldnt help but smile as she moved to sit in the chair beside Violet. She would absolutely love to use that invention one day, when the worlds seemed absolutely fit for it. “You know what, we absolutely just might. It doesnt need a name now.” She reminded her. The woman was an absolute sucker for trying out her daughters newest inventions, the smile it put on her face just to see them work.
the young inventor could not help but to produce a soft smile . this was her passion . inventing new machines and household objects . showing them to her parents , hoping that they would be proud of her , made it all worth while . " that sounds lovely , mother . " although , violet did seem upset knowing that the project had yet to receive a proper name . it was a cross between an eyeglass and a telescope . as violet pondered the usage of the invention , a lightbulb had turned on in her mind . " what if i call it a teleglass ? after all , it is basically just the offspring of a telescope and an eyeglass . "
