Arlene's POV
Back at the ranch, I realize we've accumulated more belongings than I probably should have allowed, but everything feels essential now. Isabel graciously arranged another room for the children and me, located just down the corridor from Warner's suite. It's more modest in size and infinitely more comfortable than the overwhelming grandeur of Warner's bedroom.
"These little dresses are absolutely adorable. Did you create these yourself?" Lorelei inquires, examining Nicholson's clothing.
"Mommy makes everything we wear," Nicholson announces with unmistakable pride.
"That's incredible," Lorelei responds, gently tickling her.
