Naomi’s POV
“I want many unicorns, and rainbow cupcakes, And a crown, I want Barbie!”
Miranda stomped her tiny foot for emphasis, standing on a dining chair, clutching a glitter pen like it was a wand. Her cheeks were smudged with frosting and her curls had somehow acquired two hair clips, a pencil, and a flower.
I stared at her, then at Raymond, who had one eyebrow raised and a coffee mug halfway to his lips.
“She’s your daughter,” I said dryly.
“She’s your boss,” he replied, smirking. “Clearly.”
Miranda turned to me, wide-eyed. “Mommy, Daddy says I’m the boss of the wedding!”
I laughed out loud. “Well, Boss Miranda, what does the queen want?”
Miranda beamed. “I’m in charge of the wedding!”
Beatrice, sitting nearby with a cup of tea and a barely concealed smile, whispered, “Let h
