Ivory had never seen her father this way before, conducting and directing decorations. How’d she missed this for so many years, had he ever done this before now? He was motioning the florists here and the movers there. She whispered a joke to Maybella having to do with why either of them had to watch as he was doing such a good job by himself.
“Have you ever seen him like this?” Ivory questioned Maybella who was just as wide-eyed as she was. They were in matching dresses, dark, watching Henry from the center of the entryway floor which doubled as a dancing area for later in the evening.