GIANNA
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When Brandon told me Charlotte wanted the twins over for the weekend, I was honestly pleased. The kids got along very well and I was glad they were craving each other’s presence. They adjusted to each other so fast that one would think they’d known each other for years.
It was impossible to say no to that.
So here I was, on Friday afternoon, standing in front of his door with Isabella clutching my free hand and Oliver balancing a new toy on his chest. Shelia wouldn’t stop buying them toys. It was probably because she wasn’t the one who cleaned up after them.
Before I could even knock, the door swung open and Charlotte rushed out as though she had been waiting all day.
“Bella, Ollie!” She squealed, trying to wrap her tiny arms around both of them. “You’re here!”
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