Emily’s POV
“Wait!” Rosy’s voice cut through the silence that ensued after the clang of the bell.
I and Armon turned to her.
“I want to be dressed like Daddy too. Mommy, will you wear that to the event? Let’s all dress like Daddy.”
“Oh well, let’s do this,” I concurred, and in less than 20 minutes under Armon’s order, we had been draped by the maidservants in the exact regal that he had on.
Rosy peered at her gown that shone under the dim light with admiration and turned to me.
“Mom, look how pretty it is. You look beautiful, Mommy!”
I crouched, kissed her forehead, and told her how pretty she looks as well. Armon stood by the corner, watching our mother-daughter interaction with a cheesy smile on his face.
“We’re set.” I told him and gripped Rosy’s hand firmly.
It was the moment
