“It’s almost ridiculous how you manage to take good pictures of yourself but bad pictures of your daughter,” Isobel commented. “It’s a bit selfish, don’t you think?”
We were in my room. During the past two days at my parents' house, she was nice enough to keep me company. Just like Christian, Beau was too busy, and Luis was at his older brother’s place. I, of course, preferred Christian’s company a bit more, but Isobel would do for now.
“I guess I’m sorry.” I shrugged. “We’ll get back to this subject in a few months.”
Isobel shook her head. “No, we won’t.” She smiled. “Because I’ll take better pictures of my babies.”
“Speaking of babies, you should lower your voice for once,” I complained. “Siena is sleeping, and trust me—we do not want to wake her up.”
“Anyway, you should send him this picture.” Isobel pointed out. “It’s the only decent one.”
