Chapter 47 Dinner Of Chaos

• After following Mirabel to the room prepared for Kelly, I sat down on the bed beside her, picking up one of the many books from the shelves to read her a bedtime story. We spent most of the time daydreaming together, my three-year-old daughter and I. Kelly, smarter than anyone would expect for her age, soon veered off into her own curiosity, asking questions that made me smile.
• “Wow, Mommy. You mean that handsome man is famous?” Kelly gasped, covering her mouth in surprise.
• “Yes, honey,” I replied, gently rubbing her back. “And he’s also your father.”