“They’re beautiful,” Rosie whispers, her voice reverent as she sorts through the pages of Daphne’s designs.
“I can make you one too,” Daphne says, peeling her eyes from Jesse and leaning forward to smile at the girl before her, just on the cusp of her teenage years.
Rosie squeaks with pleasure and hope, her hands flying up to clasp against her chest. “Really!?”
“Yes, of course!” Daphne replies, laughing.
“What about me!?” Bella gasps, not wanting to be left out.
“You too, Bella,” Daphne replies, laughing a little and focusing on the younger girl at her side. Bella grins up at her, well pleased.
“But not Seraphina,” Rose murmurs, looking back down at the drawings. “She’ll just get cake all over it.”
“It’s true, isn’t it, Fifs,” Jesse says quite seriously, looking down at the baby of
