We get down to the bottom, and another attendant is ready to help us off the lift. Poppy’s daughter rushes forward, her blonde ringlets bouncing as she holds out a sparkly pink crown. “This is for you, Lina.” “Oh, wow.” Teddy drops to one knee. “So pretty. Want me to help you put it on, honey?” Karolina nods and he takes the crown from her, fixing it to the top of her head. “This is Grace,” he adds, ruffling the little girl’s curls. “And see her mommy right there? That’s Miss Poppy. Doesn’t she look just like a pretty Barbie?”
