Flora’s POV

It’s almost time to leave, but my heart won’t stop racing.

I pace the living room twice, clutching my handbag like it might fly away if I let go. Aurora’s dressed already,hair done in a sweet puff, her tiny hands playing with the butterfly clips in her curls.

I turn to Mama. “I don’t know why I’m so nervous. I feel like this is a mistake.”

She walks over and touches my shoulder gently. “It’s not a mistake, Flora. You’re just anxious. Breathe, alright? Maybe this dinner is a good thing.”

I glance toward the window. It’s already getting dark.

“Be positive,” she adds. “Whatever happens tonight, just...