“Have fun.” Mom winks at me over Isabela’s head as she heads toward the family room. “Make sure you take photos of all the costumes, especially Ethan’s.” She lets out a contented sigh over her shoulder. “That man is beautiful. It’s unfair, really.” For as long as I can remember, my mom’s had a soft spot for Ethan. I don’t blame her—he’s a good-looking guy.
Same, Mrs. Wilde
