Roldan's POV

Stifling my laughter proves a near-impossible feat, but eventually, I lower myself onto my stomach to let Ves have her way. With a determined pout—an expression undoubtedly inherited from her mother—she removes her hairclip and carefully arranges the daisy atop my head, securing it in place.

“There!” she declares proudly, grinning from ear to ear. “Now you’re super-duper cute!”

Who could argue with that? Rae’s voice hums ...