Sophie woke up earlier than usual the next morning.
The first thing she remembered was her mother's important meeting.
She hurried out of bed, slipped into her fluffy slippers, and padded toward the dining area.
Aria was already dressed in a cream-colored pantsuit, a tablet in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. Fabric swatches, presentation folders, and sketches covered the dining table.
She looked calm.
Professional.
Focused.
"Good morning, Mommy."
Aria looked up and smiled warmly.
"Good morning, sweetheart."
Sophie walked over and wrapped her arms around her.
"You'll win today."
Aria laughed softly.
"I hope so."
"You will."
Sophie looked at her seriously.
"Because nobody makes prettier dresses than you."
The confidence in her daughter's voice made Aria's heart sw
