***Seven Years Later***
*Theo*
Ciana set a bowl of oatmeal in front of Flora and then turned to the mini refrigerator in our suite for a glass of juice.
Although we could have asked the maids to bring food to our rooms, Ciana insisted on making food on her own for our girls once in a while. She said it made her feel like a mother, not just a queen.
“Could you talk to Ava?” she asked, “Make sure that she behaves like a big girl at Flora's birthday party this afternoon.”
Ava, our first daughter, was seven-years-old. Today was her little sister Flora’s one year birthday, but Ava had been throwing a tantrum for a couple days now.
Ever since Flora was born, Ava had gone through some interesting adjustments. At first, she had loved having Flora around. It had been sweet to watch Ava hold Flora and kiss her cheeks. She’d even pretend to be a “mommy” and read to Flora.