THE BILLIONAIRE BABY’S SECRET DADDY
Without another word, Mirabel storms past me, her heels clicking like gunshots against the floor.
I exhale slowly.
“Hi, Ms. Darlington ,” Lena says softly, offering a kind smile. “Why don’t we sit here? I’ll bring over the folders.”
“Thank you,” I reply, settling into a velvet chair. I place Aurora on my lap, and she claps her tiny hands in delight, mumbling “Mama, mama” over and over.
Lena begins flipping through the plans. “So, for Aurora’s birthday, you mentioned a garden princess theme? I have three color palettes and balloon arrangements for you to choose from. We can also include a mascot, maybe a talking flower or a magical unicorn.”