Elena
"The napkins don't get folded that way!" Evangeline gasped as Warren placed the final one down at the last place setting.
"Which way are they supposed to be folded?" He chuckled. "I thought a triangle was just fine."
"For everyday guests perhaps — oh, these aren't even the right ones!" She huffed, collecting all the paper napkins. "Ellie, go grab the linen ones from the hallway closet. Hurry!"
"Yes ma'am." I laughed as Warren twirled his finger at his temple and then pointed to his mate.
The oven timer went off — just as the doorbell rang — and Evangeline looked like she was going to explode.
"I'll stall him," Warren said with a wink.
Evangeline rushed into the kitchen while I finished setting out the proper napkins.
"Jeremy! Wow, look at you — have you gotten taller sin
