Fallon was slumped into a plush chair in the formal dress shop, scrolling through t****k videos on his phone while his giggly twins rushed around the store to pick out prom dresses.
Stepping from the dressing room, Payton spun around in her tutu-style mini-dress. “Daddy, what about this one?”
“Nope. Too short.”
“You didn’t even look at it.”
“I don’t need to. I know my daughter.”
With a huff, she spun around and went back into the dressing room, slamming the door.
“And don’t roll your eyes at me.”
“Argh! You’re such a pain in the butt. I like this dress and it’s just like the one I saw online. Please? It’s my favorite so far. It’s the one. I just know it.”
Paige walked out of her own stall, rolling her eyes. “You know he’s not going to let you wear a mini dress. Just pick som
