Later, as we were cleaning up, Mia slipped her hand into mine. “Do I have to pick whose house to go to tonight?” she asked.
“No,” I replied, a sense of deep satisfaction in my heart. “You get both.”
“Good,” she said, a wide smile on her face. “Because Sash said we’re finishing our bracelet kit at her place and Dad promised movie night, and you said you’d teach us your lasagna.”
