Becca.
I spent the next morning with Alessandro, taking him around the house and discovering all its nooks and crannies. It was an old house, but the renovations made it feel very modern. Most of the lights and appliances even worked with voice commands.
“Aren’t you going to the neighbors’ for lunch?” Layla’s head popped into the nursery just as I was getting ready to change Alessandro.
“I forgot!” I cried out, startling Alessandro. I smiled at him, and he smiled back, thankfully. “Can you get him?”
“Yes, go ahead.” Layla stepped inside and took over while I rushed to the bedroom.
James was there looking at himself in the mirror, turning from side to side while observing his clothes. He did this several times while I searched through my suitcase–-I hadn’t even properly unpacked yet.
“I’ve never seen you so worried about your appearance,” I said, startling him.
“I don’t know what the dress code is for these events.”
