Naomi's POV

"I want many unicorns, and rainbow cupcakes, And a crown, I want Barbie!"

Miranda stomped her tiny foot for emphasis, standing on a dining chair, clutching a glitter pen like it was a wand. Her cheeks were smudged with frosting and her curls had somehow acquired two hair clips, a pencil, and a flower.

I stared at her, then at Raymond, who had one eyebrow raised and a coffee mug halfway to his lips.

"She's your daughter," I said dryly.

"She's your boss," he replied, ...