–Damon–
She complained about body pain. Of course, she would—Livana planned everything down to the very last second, and somehow even after death, I feel her presence lingering. Like she still moves strings around us.
She endured yesterday's chaos. And today, I'm taking her out—my sister—shopping with my little Sky and the twins.
Laura allowed us to take the twins. Jane is with us along with three more nannies and an army of security. Sky enjoys being in the stroller with Zayvier, while Zendaya prefers her arms around someone's neck.
"Can we have that customized?" Alyssa pointed at the dress shop.
"Why not Dior? You like their dresses," I said as baby Zendaya pointed at the mannequin, awe in her eyes.
"Oh—you knew!" Alyssa beamed as her arm intertwined with mine.
I didn't answer. The truth is—I only knew because Livana told me. The way her voice sounded as she talked about this brand… soft, dreamy. We went there once—my wife and I—and I bought dresses for her and my sister.
