Sitting in front of a decorative fireplace, Hannah faced a throng of audience waiting for her story: Sophie, who was the most eager of them all; the two house assistant who were in the middle of cleaning the living room; the cook, who was delivering drink and snacks for Eugene and the babies; the nanny who always received the tea whenever Sophie felt bored; and Tobias, who was there for the vibes.
"So, Hannah give Daddy a spell-kiss," the girl started her story.
"Uh-huh?"
"And Daddy said something about dinner, and then, and then--"
Sophie nodded excitedly. "And then?"
"And then Papa leaned forward like this," the girl leaned toward the vibing cherub by her side, "and smooch--"
Eugene shielded Hannah's lips from Toby's, who pouted in disappointment. He rolled his eyes at the gasping and squealing audience.
"Oh, my God! Oh, my God!"
