#Chapter 192: Time to Party

Almara’s Pov Grace loves her new home. We all do. It only took a few extra months working with the interior designer to get the house of our dreams all set up and now it’s ready to show our friends and family. “Almara, where do you want the charcuterie board?” Arthur asks and I turn from placing sunflowers in a vase and point him in the direction of the sunroom. “I think on the glass table, next to the family portraits, would look nice,” I tell him. “Mommy, I don’t like my dress,” Grace says lightly tugging at my sweater. I turn around and see she put her head through the sleeve hole. “Well, honey that’s because you have it on wrong!” I say and laugh. I adjust the dress so it slips over her the way it’s supposed to. “There, how does that feel?” I ask. “Better,” Grace says, and I can hear the but coming. “But,” There it is. “I want to wear my jeans.’ Grace whines. I let out a sigh, “Sweetie your jeans are in the wash. They won’t be done before family arrives.” Grace rolls her e