John

The next couple hours were a whirlwind of giggles, tiny sandwiches and enough sugar to ensure that I was in for a long night. Renee' was amazing. Not only were her decorations on point, and her food was delicious, she'd kept the girls entertained and had successfully given my little girl the party of her dreams. I hadn't seen Amora smile this much since her mother left, and I was eternally grateful to Renee' for that.

If I hadn't already planned on asking Renee' out, and I guess I sort of had, even though we'd been interrupted, I defintely would have wanted to take her out after seeing interact with my daughter and her five boisterous friends.

Now the tea party was over and the girls had all escaped to the backyard to jump on the trampoline while Renee' and I cleaned up. She was currently boxing up the props she'd used for the tea party photo booth, while I was slyly popping leftover macaroons in my mouth.

"I saw that," Renee' said with a chuckle. I turned, mout full and a sheepis