《Isabella Dawson》
I brought my son along to the party since my father asked me too in order to introduce him to his friends. Luckily he hasn’t been naughty and obeyed my instructions or else I might be stressed out.
"Danish, promise me that you'll behave, okay?" I fixed his bow tie under his chin a bit.
"Okay, mommy," he obeyed me.
"Attaboy," I pinched gently on his nose with a smile on my lips. "Let's go."
Inside of the hall.....
"Oh, hi little Danish," Sasha, who is standing beside her husband, Seth and their little daughter between them leaned to my son to pinch his chubby cheeks.
Danish giggled. "Hi aunt Sasha."
"Sofia, you look so beautiful today." I caressed Sasha's daughter who is about the same age as Danish.
"Thank you, aunt Bella." She smiled back with red tints formed on her both cheeks.
"Where is Dylan?" Sasha asked me, curious about that man who almost lost my son yesterday.
