“We can return the money, Angel,” Anton leaned on the walk-in closet’s doorframe, looking at Cassie with pity as she changed into her white blouse and black A-line skirt.
Return the money? Cassie’s heart bled, and she thought of how her pride would hurt their savings just because she let her annoyance at Nathan win. She turned around and forced a smile as she smoothened her skirt.
“How do I look?” Cassie asked.
“Are we going to church?” Julia yawned as she peered behind Anton, then raised her head, waiting for her father’s answer.
Anton pressed his lips, suppressing a laugh, not wanting to embarrass his wife and daughter. He swallowed as if it would help to push the laughter back to his chest and cleared his throat, crouching on one knee and holding her hands.
“Mom’s going to work
