Serenity
When we entered the front door, Grace poked her head from the archway of the kitchen. Her face lit up like the bright little sunflowers in her hair and her pale yellow chiffon dress.
"Oh you're just in time. Nearly everyone's here and your dad will be out in just a minute,'' she whispered quietly, dragging her son's face down to kiss his cheeks.
Morgan held up the cake, once he had wrestled free, indicating that it was from me.
"Sweetheart, thank you so much. This looks delicious. George will love it," Grace side-hugged me.
She grabbed it off of him and pointed for him to carry a food platter through, leading the way for us, to the back sitting room. A small group was gathered; I recognised Morgan's three brothers instantly, along with Taylor, who still looked a little pensi
