Soon enough, Emily also joined the enthusiastic pasta-eating team. Before long, her little mouth was covered in creamy white sauce too. She looked incredibly adorable.
Sophie sat across from them, watching the lively table. She picked up her wine glass and took a sip. It was sweet Riesling — her favorite. The taste was exactly the same as it had been ten years ago.
By the time they finished dinner and returned to the villa, it was already nine o'clock at night. The children were sleepy. They obediently washed up and went to bed in the children's room.
Ned stood at the doorway of the children's room, watching Sophie who had just finished tucking them in. "The kids are all asleep, right?"
Sophie paused. "You already saw for yourself. Why ask the obvious?" She was still a little resentful that their romantic date had turned into a family gathering.
