**Epilogue**
One Year Later
The Triplets’ First Birthday
“CHRISTOPHER!”
Vivian’s scream could have shattered glass. The mansion practically vibrated with her voice. Somewhere in the house, balloons popped from it.
“WHY IS THERE A LLAMA IN MY KITCHEN?”
The chaos was immediate. A baby started crying. Someone dropped a tray. The music stuttered. And in the middle of it all, the llama stood calmly beside the island counter, chewing on one of Vivian’s velvet curtains like it paid rent.
Vivian stormed down the hallway with fire in her eyes and a baby sock in one hand.
Her curls were escaping the high bun she had wrestled them into hours ago.
Her cheek was streaked with pink frosting. There was a sticker of a cartoon dinosaur stuck to the back of her thigh, and she had no idea how it
