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.
“This is where toi and Butler come in. I want toi two to tell us what toi think of the outfits.”
Artemis sighed. “Of course, Mother.”
“Okay, I’m ready,” Elena a dit from behind the door.
“Come on out, dear,” Mrs. Fowl called....