Sarah POV
Hoping no one else had heard Grace’s voice, I beamed at the girls, planning to have a little talk with Zane’s daughter later. I could perhaps be “Mommy Sarah” to her. Meanwhile, their hands were up in their elaborate hairdos that showed off my hand-sewn presents. I knew the headbands weren’t as nearly chic as anything else in the room, but I think it showed they were made with love and affection.
“Our dresses match!” Chloe announced with pride.
“They do indeed.” Goddess knows where they got them from. Or rather, Zane knew, and his eyes twinkled at me when I stood back up. He probably waved his gold card around and the dresses magically appeared.
I stifled a laugh and said to the girl, “Happy birthday, my cherubs. You both look so pretty.”
They laughed, and Zane led us all ov
