The invite

I stood in the middle of the room, face red and sweat pouring down my chin, the causes of my sudden mood swings running around the table, screaming at the top of their lungs, prodding me to, 'Catch me, mummy."

It didn't help I was also on call with Charlotte.

"So far, spicy has top the sales; Elena, we need publicity; the competition is a lot,"

I groaned, the urge to stuff my face into a pillow taking its hold on me; it didn't help that my mum and dad had left me with the little monsters suddenly hyperactive.

I was surprised at how they had adapted to their new habitat; Matteo was always in the river playing with the neighborhood children, while Mia had found the sand to be her new best friend.

Right now, sand was in both their hairs; Matteo looked like he had swum in mud.

"Dear God, Matteo, you look horrible."

"I don't, Mama," he defended, jumping on the table, my mother's head tie around his neck while he wielded a spatula at his sister, who giggled when the wood poked her chest.

"H