November 18th, 1994.. Two weeks until the Wedding.
***Mateo***
I hear the door creak open, followed by the sound of hushed giggling. Groaning, I grab a pillow and cover my head, wanting to drown out the noise.
Small footsteps tiptoe to the foot of my bed and I decide to steal a peak at the clock, bright white numbers declaring that it was only 5:30 am.
"Teo…" a voice sings.
"Five more minutes," I grumble, closing my eyes.
"Teo wake up!" Valentina shouts, stomping her foot on the floor.
Sighing, I pull the covers off and growl in annoyance when I'm met with two very dirty twins covered head to toe in flour and frosting. A misshapen cake sits lopsided on it's tray in Emiliano's hands, multicolored frosting covering the surface of the cake in uneven layers.
Two candles are snuggly tu
