“You look perfect.” I smiled at Ayla as she stood in front of a mirror looking at herself in her beautiful blue dress. Her blonde hair was pulled back and curled just enough for them to bounce around her chin. “Jackson and I got you something.” I said and handed her the small wrapped box that Jackson and I got from the witch shop.
Ayla, with shaking hands, took the box and smiled. Jackson looked in the door, he had been waiting outside while we were getting ready. “Thank you, I didn’t expect anyone to get me a gift.” She said, starting to open the paper on the box.
“Of course, I was going to get something for my baby sister,” Jackson said as he took a step into the room and leaned against the wall with his arms folded across his chest. “Go on, open in.” He encouraged her.
She smiled an
