A year had passed, and life had only become more chaotic, more vibrant, and infinitely more entertaining.
The twins, Rhiannon and Rowena, were now one year old and wreaking havoc with newfound expertise.
They had mastered the art of walking more like running and though their vocabulary was still small, they were alarmingly efficient at using it to boss us around.
"Mine!" Rhiannon would declare, pointing at anything shiny.
"No!" Rowena would counter, tugging the object away before it mysteriously disappeared, thanks to her still-unpredictable invisibility magic.
It was like living with two tiny whirlwinds, each leaving chaos in their wake. They'd set curtains alight with invisible flames and made more servants trip over vanished toys than I cared to count.
And now, with Lydia and Aurelia's wedding just days away, Seraphine and I were faced with an entirely new challenge: finding the perfect outfits for our little mischief-makers.
