Jonah rang the doorbell three times before the door finally opened. Charlie smiled down at us and we hugged him.
"Dad!" I sighed as I took in fatherly warmth.
"Hey sweetie. Jonah!" He said, letting us into the house.
We stepped into the dining room to find Mom struggling to turn on some candles.
"Hey mom." I said as I walked over.
She looked up and grinned brightly at us as she let go of the lighter and hugged us.
"I'm so glad you could make it so early! I could really use the help. Gracie and Mateo have taken over the kitchen and are making the meal.
"That's because we're the talented cooks." Mateo stated, entering the dining room suddenly.
"And what does that make us?" Dad asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Mediocre cooks." He scoffed, tilting his nose up.
"Oh, hey Charli." He said, l
