“You don’t know how happy I am,” Sophia chimed, plastering a smile over her face as she beckoned to Whitney, who was helping her set the table. “I usually don’t get any help doing this.”

Whitney reciprocated her smile, her hands gently folding the napkins. “It’s okay. I don’t have anything to do anyway. And besides, this is one of the things I enjoy doing.”

She picked one of the beautiful pieces from the table, gently folding it into a triangular shape before placing it ...