Iris
The morning of the gala is chaotic to say the least. Miles refuses to eat his breakfast, insisting that he’s not hungry, then immediately complains that he’s starving the moment Arthur and I finish our own meals. Arthur has a last-minute meeting that he can’t reschedule, so I’m on my own to take Miles to school and then get myself to my parents’ house to prepare for tonight.
“Are you sure you’ll be there on time?” I ask Arthur as I rush around gathering Miles’ lunch box and my own bag.
Arthur nods, adjusting his tie. “I promise. The meeting will be over by three, and the gala doesn’t start until seven. Plenty of time.”
I give him a skeptical look. “You need to be there by six for photos, remember? And it’s all the way across town.”
“I’ll be there,” he insists, lean
