I spent the night watching Ava twirl around in her dress. To say she did look like a princess was an understatement.

The dress was fitting since her story mimicked Cinderella’s.

When I finally pried her out of the dress for dinner, we spent the night chatting and talking about her inviting her sister.

It wasn’t that I didn’t want Charlotte to come but I prayed she didn’t bring any drama with her. What Ava and I had didn’t compare to that contract we’d ...