frosting on her cheek, and two of her friends were laughing behind her.
“That one,” she said.
“What about it?” Paige asked.
Sophie smiled.
“That was the best part of my birthday.”
Paige glanced at me.
“What was?”
“When everyone was just there.”
No one answered immediately.
We didn’t need to.
The party Paige had nearly fractured a family to create was supposed to prove that Sophie had not lost anything after the divorce.
In the end, the smaller birthday proved something more important.
She had never needed a ballroom to feel loved.
And I had never needed to purchase my place at the table.
