ISABELLE I stood at the bottom of the stairs and just — looked.Our living room had been opened up completely, the furniture shifted back to make space, and what was left in its place didn’t look like a room anymore. It looked like somewhere a child might remember for the rest of her life. Pale gold and white everywhere — in the balloon clusters that floated at different heights, in the ribbon that caught the light, in the Miabanner strung in script above the fireplace. The long table along the wall held the food: a chocolate fountain, a popcorn stand with little striped bags, a candy corner in glass jars, trays of small sandwiches cut into stars. The drinks were in a separate station, tall and bright, with juice in glass dispensers and tiny cups set out in a line.And at the center of it all, on its own stand: Mia’s cake. Four tiers. White fondant with gold detailing, hand-painted roses climbing the side, Mia in pale gold at the top with a single decorated crown.Through the garden
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