“Victor!” I call, following my boys as they dash into his house.
“Papa!”
“Daddy, we’re here!” I raise my eyebrows, laughing. Perhaps we didn’t need to all shout at once.
Victor comes from around the corner, smiling. “Hey, boys!” He says, dropping to one knee so that he can wrap them both up in a hug together.
I smile at the three of them, tucking a strand of newly-shiny hair behind my ear. I worked for a whole hour, putting together my look tonight. Approximately 55 minutes longer than I usually spend, but the result, I think, has paid off.
Victor looks up at me, and I get confirmation of this via the surprise on his face. “Wow, Evie,” he says. “You look…” he clears his throat and looks away from me for a moment, standing up. “You look dressed up.”
“I am.” I say, dipping a tiny c
