“Who will you marry, honey?” Willa frowns. Clearly her thought process hadn’t extended that far. “He’ll be a prince,” she decides. “So, I’ll be a princess. And my daughters, too.” Isabel laughs. “Really? That’s amazing.” “Who will you marry?” Willa asks. “Oh, I don’t know who. I’m not sure if I’ve met him yet,” Isabel says lightly. “But I don’t think he’ll be a prince. Those are reserved for you. But the most important thing is that he’ll be good.” “Good,” I repeat quietly. She glances at me, a small smile on her lips. “Yeah. I think I’d like that. Caring, protective… and making time for
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