Epilogue
Tatiana’s P.O.V
5 Years later...
“Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to Diana, Tony and Abigail! Happy birthday to you!”
As all of us clapped, our three precious girls, all four years old, Diana and Abigail with their father’s dark hair and Tony with her mother’s blonde locks, blew out the candles to the humongous cake we had ordered and dived right into it without offering us any.
“Girls!” Grace’s stern voice was heard over the infectious giggles. “What happened to staying clean until dinner?”
“Sorry, aunty!” Those came from Diana and Tony.
“Sorry, mummy!”That came from Abigail.