After breakfast at Bob’s, Isabella was still buzzing with excitement.
She had eaten her pancakes happily—extra syrup, extra butter, just the way she liked it—while talking nonstop about the “very important” tea party they were about to have at home.
“Daddy, we need cake,” she said seriously, swinging her legs under the table.
“And cookies,” she added.
“And maybe cupcakes too. Because tea parties need a lot of food.”
Daniel chuckled.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Marian smiled, watching the two of them.
There was something so simple about this moment.
So full.
After breakfast, they stopped by a bakery.
Isabella pressed her face lightly against the display glass, her eyes wide as she looked at all the colorful cakes and neatly arranged cookies.
“Mama… look,” she whispered like it was something m
