The backyard had been transformed into something out of a fairytale—and a prehistoric jungle.
A massive inflatable castle stood proudly on one side, shimmering with pink and gold, while the other half of the yard was filled with towering dinosaur cutouts and green, leafy decorations. There were balloons everywhere—pink, green, silver—and the scent of cotton candy and popcorn floated through the air.
It was chaos.
It was perfect.
Isabelle stood near the entrance, taking it all in—the laughter, the kids running wild, the over-the-top decorations—and for once, she didn’t mind that it wasn’t the simple gathering she’d imagined. Because the twins’ joy made every extravagant touch worth it.
“Mommy! Look at my face!”
Amelia came barreling toward her, her face covered in glittery pink and pu
