The day of the baby shower dawned clear and sunny, as if the sky knew it was a special occasion. I woke up to the smell of coffee and cake invading the bedroom, and to the unmistakable sound of Rosa commanding the troops downstairs.
"No, Teresa, the balloons go over there! Maria, move that cake out of the sun! Dorotea, stop eating the cookies!"
Alice laughed beside me, her hand on her belly.
"She starts early."
"She never stops." I kissed her forehead. "Ready to go down? I want to see the circus."
We went downstairs and were greeted by a scene of organized chaos. The garden was unrecognizable: long tables covered with pink and blue tablecloths, balloons everywhere, a three-tiered cake in the center, and a crowd of people that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.
Employees, long-ti
