“No, no!” Amelia says, skittering across the driveway. “That box goes on top of the packages,” she says, a big smile pasted on her face as she redirects a Beta. “Very delicate things in that one.”
The driveway is chaos, I think, as I stand with my arms folded across my chest. My two boys and I are each standing at the edge with our one little suitcase each, watching as Amelia packs three busloads of wedding supplies into a fleet of vans.
Victor stands across the drive, surveying everything but largely letting Amelia take the lead. When the final box disappears into the final van, she claps her hands and gives a little squeal.
“Okay!” she says, dashing over to Victor and throwing her arms around his neck in a hug. “That’s everything! We’re ready to go!”
He gives her a sweet kiss o
