Naomi’s POV“I want many unicorns, and rainbow cupcakes, And a crown, I want Barbie!”Miranda stomped her tiny foot for emphasis, standing on a dining chair, clutching a glitter pen like it was a wand. Her cheeks were smudged with frosting and her curls had somehow acquired two hair clips, a pencil, and a flower.I stared at her, then at Raymond, who had one eyebrow raised and a coffee mug halfway to his lips.“She’s your daughter,” I said dryly.“She’s your boss,” he replied, smirking. “Clearly.”Miranda turned to me, wide-eyed. “Mommy, Daddy says I’m the boss of the wedding!”I laughed out loud. “Well, Boss Miranda, what does the queen want?”Miranda beamed. “I’m in charge of the wedding!”Beatrice, sitting nearby with a cup of tea and a barely concealed smile, whispered, “Let her have this moment.”I sighed. “Unicorns, huh?”She nodded solemnly. “With glitter.”---Later That MorningMiranda was distracted with a unicorn coloring book, and Raymond and I were tucked into the sunroom
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