Chapter 100

• "Well, it's me you are taking pictures of." Regina stands with her hands placed on her hips. "Why don't you take pictures of everything else that's around you? Of the horses?" She motions toward the animals.
• "Oh, I've taken plenty of them. I'll show you."
• Regina smiles, and in an attempt to hide her smile she glances down at the apple she had been holding. "I'll have to bring you back here once the apples are fully ready for harvest. My father and I used to pick them when they were at their pique. They would make the best apple pies."