Chapter 093

Mirabella's Pov

Months later.

I'm huddled in the kitchen with my husband, whispering and giggling like conspirators. We're planning a surprise party for our twins, Mariano and Mariana.

A party to celebrate their sixth birthday.

It’s been months since my children turned six, but I was skeptical about throwing a party for them for several reasons.

First, my son doesn’t exactly like being surrounded by lots of people. He in-fact only enjoys the company of his sister and I do not wish to trigger him by forcing him out of his natural habitat.

Secondly, our worst enemy, my father, was roaming free and devising several means to harm my family. I didn’t want to have us all in one place where he could easily hurt us.

Now, he’s dead; hence, we’re throwing an intimate party for the kids.

"Okay, so we've got the cake, the decorations, and the games," I say, ticking off each item on my list. "What about the guest list?"

Matteo replies, "Just family and close friends. We want to keep it intimate."