“Good plan, I have the whole reception to mingle,” she moved over to a pizza box and grabbed a slice, putting it onto a paper plate and then took a bite as she glanced over at her dad at the kitchen table eating with a knife and fork, cutting his pizza into little squares.
Gabe picked up three paper plates so they wouldn’t bend and piled pizza onto them, then walked over to the couch Brian was laying on and sat down on his legs. “You can sit on him, too, Soph.”
Amelie got up and looked at Nathaniel, watching him for a few minutes. “What are you doing?”
“I’m going across the hall to change, hurry up,” He threw his bag over his shoulder, then grabbed a pair of boots out of...
“Well I don’t. But fine. Leave me to change”