Artemis sighed. Why did Mother have to drag me along? he thought. Butler stood beside him, surveying every entrance and exit. He glared at everyone who walked by.
Artemis soon saw his mother return with an armful of clothes. She shoved Elena into a dressing room and handed her an outfit to try on.
“Now Arty,” she said, turning to her son.
“Yes, Mother?”
“This is where te and Butler come in. I want te two to tell us what te think of the outfits.”
Artemis sighed. “Of course, Mother.”
“Okay, I’m ready,” Elena detto from behind the door.
“Come on out, dear,” Mrs. Fowl called....
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