–Laura–
I've been running around nonstop since yesterday. Preparing for my twins' first birthday? Oh, I'm going all out. Glitter, balloons, too much food, questionable decisions — the whole chaotic parade. We have a few important family guests staying in the mansion, too. The Blackwells and the Carringtons are all here under one roof like some kind of luxury peace summit. My grandparents even managed to set aside the ancient bad blood between the families. Honestly? I'm proud of them. Awkward as hell… but proud.
My sister? Still acting blind in front of everyone except us and the grandparents. It's her thing now. She's currently carrying her son, who refuses to detach himself from her like a koala baby. Meanwhile, her husband is being childish again — always taking the baby from her just to hand him off to Jane so she can drag Livana away from whatever corner she's hiding in. It's… weirdly cute. And mildly concerning.
But the ones completely occupying my mind today? My twins.
