Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Four.
Chloe sat on the edge of her bed, Phoenix on her lap as she attempted to place a small bow in her blonde soft curls. It was a difficult task, because the little girl was having none of it, and as soon as Chloe got it in place, Phoenix pulled it out again.
Zander stood in the doorway leaning against the frame, as he chuckled at his two favourite girls in a battle of wills, and he had a feeling the smallest one was going to win this round.
“Seriously, our daughter does not wish to look pretty for her big day.” Chloe sighed.
Zander chuckled and tilted his head.
“Bow or not, she is still very pretty. How many times did your mother try and get you to ‘dress pretty’ when you wanted your own style?” Zander asked raising his eyebrows at his mate.
Chlo
