When night truly falls and the garden becomes too dark to be practical, we all troop back to the front of the house, heading indoors. Kent takes the opportunity to dislodge Natalia from his side, somehow, and is waiting for us at the entrance to the garden.
“How did that go,” he murmurs, looking us over as we walk towards the house, his hands behind his back.
“Fine,” Daniel says, giving his dad a nod and a reassuring smile. “We weren’t the feature item, anyway – most everyone met us yesterday.”
“Excuse you,” Janeen says dryly from behind us, “I am always the feature item.”
Kent sends her an appreciative smirk over his shoulder but returns his focus to Daniel and I.
“You’ve got a little something, I think a little lipstick” I say wiping my own thumb over my cheekbone, indicating that
