The moment Marian closed Isabella’s bedroom door, the little girl immediately sat up.
Her eyes were wide.
Awake.
Thinking.
Planning.
Very, very serious.
She reached for her bunny, pulling it close like it was her most trusted partner, then leaned in and whispered.
Her voice barely louder than her breath.
“Okay, Bunny… we have to be quiet,” she said. “Mama and Daddy cannot hear us. Or else… we cannot plan.”
She looked toward the door for a second—
Just to make sure.
Then nodded to herself.
“I have to help Daddy,” she continued. “So Mama will say yes.”
She paused.
Frowning slightly.
“I don’t really know what Mama is supposed to say yes to…”
Her brows furrowed deeper.
“Daddy said he will ask Mama to marry him…”
She tilted her head.
“But that’s not the thing Mama needs to sa
