The bubbly girl his size curtseyed. "Good day, Ciel."
Her voice was honey sweet, and she had smooth curls pouring down her little neck, with a cheerful gaze filled of spring.
The smallest Phantomhive, still half tucked away behind the slope of his mother's gown, unsure of how to react next. He had always been the shy sort.
Rachel placed a gentle hand upon her son's head, "Dear, you would say hello to Lady Elizabeth for me, wouldn't you?"
Unclutching his fingers from the yellow lace, Ciel swallowed, and stepped forth.
With one more double take at his mother, he watched Rachel nod, and at last, he bowed in the fashion he'd always seen his father would. "Good day, Lizzie."
She giggled with delight.