The weeks fly by. I can’t believe Valentine’s Day is only four days away.

“Delta’s on her way up,” I inform Fallon and Miss Alba at the kitchen island. My nerves ratchet up a notch as the important conversation rapidly approaches.

At the sound of the doorbell, Liberty hops up and down, cheering. When I told her I invited Delta to join us for lunch, she declared we are having a girl party.

“Liberty,” I attempt to gain her attention, “you can open the door, ...