Wishing to move wasn't enough with Sophie body hardened to point it could easily pass for plastic. The cart was soon on the way through maze of tables set for guests to the center of the room where the young chef turned it so the dolls could face entrance door. Since the ceremony didn't started yet, there weren't anyone in there and the lights were dimmed.
The chef pushed two firework candle by side of the braids, only slightly frowning that one looked realistic when compared to the other. Probably Sophie wished the chef did more than adjusted her position on the cake, but her body hasn't recovered yet. All she could do was to watch the woman lean to take a good look at the dolls, shrugs arms and then walked away in a hurry. She must have a lot to do yet, being a chef of the kitchen.
Sophie led her out with growing sense of powerlessness.
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