Chapter 67

Joyce's POV

The day of the celebratory party crept up surprisingly fast. It took me almost an hour to select a suitable dress for the occasion. Even Rafael kept staring at me like I was a stranger.

It was my first gathering in two years, so I needed to look my best. After much consideration, I finally settled for a navy blue tailored A-line dress with a fitted bodice and flared skirt that hit just above the knees. It had cap sleeves for added coverage.

I slipped on my heels and grabbed a designer bag I had kept in my possession for a long time. I had purchased it with my money, so it felt comfortable to use.

Standing in front of the mirror, I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness.

"Yay, mommy, you look pweddy," Rafael complimented in his tiny voice, pointing at me with his chubby fingers.

I turned to look at him. "I do?"

"Yeth, mommy," he replied, jumping up and giggling excitedly.

I carried him up, kissing him lightly on his cheek.

"Thank you, darling," I whispere