Dafne White's POV
"Meg, don't worry. When Daddy comes, I'll ask him to take us shopping for a dress, and we can have a fashion show in my room," I watch Franchesca and Megan play.
They're so beautiful.
"I still can't believe we have two daughters who are such good friends," Grace comments beside me, equally mesmerized.
"It's a lovely dream. I thought they'd fight, but no, they're worse than us with gossip," we laugh.
"The other day, I heard Meg talking on the phone with Fran, saying, 'I'm in love, but I can't tell you who,'" I gape in astonishment.
"But they're only 8 years old, Grace!" She shrugs.
"Don't tell me; I'm not supposed to know. I overheard her saying that to your daughter. She spends her time writing so-called secrets in a diary. Sometimes I want to grab it while she sle
