After my nap the house was buzzing with excitement. Mia and Mindi were in a panic because they couldn’t find me and said we were already running behind. Theo was already throwing a tantrum and yelled at the hairstylist twice. Elena told her off and said she can figure out how she was going to get ready on her own.
“Don’t you boys have something better to do?” Elena snipped at them.
They had come along and watched every step we went through to get ready.
“Not really,” Oliver smiled, “why do you have to go through all of this to get ready? You always look gorgeous when I see you”
Elena rolled her eyes, but we could see a faint smile on her face.
“Sometimes we just liked to be pampered,” Mia said, leaning back so the makeup artist could finish applying her mascara.
“Speak for yourself,
