Entering Danya’s, Olivia looked all around her with wide eyes. The ornately framed ceilings and walls, the slick, rich marble floors, and the elegance of the staff told any visitor they had arrived at one of the poshest shopping spots in the city. We hadn’t even made it to the check-in desk when Ronaldo came swooping down the hallway, stopping and grabbing my hands in his.
“Hello, darling. You look a-mazing as always. And this gorgeous little pixie must be Olivia,” he said, shining his bright smile at the seven-year-old.
“I am Olivia. Nice to meet you.” Olivia lifted her chin confidently with her back straight as she extended her hand to him. I grinned.
“Lovely to meet you, dear. I’m Ronaldo, your consultant. I’m going to help you find the most perfect flower girl dress to match the res
