Antonio, always calm, steered the kids back to the party with his cheerful dad energy. “The real fun’s downstairs!” he announced, helping to revive the mood. Meanwhile, I quietly showed Kim the door.
As Kim left, karma made its entrance. A car sped by and splashed her with water, cutting her laughter short. I couldn’t help but enjoy the poetic justice.
Later that night, I received an unexpected text: “Sorry.” It was small but hinted at some regret. Maybe it was a step toward mending things, though I’m not ready for my kids to be part of her jokes just yet.
In the end, chaos couldn’t fully ruin the day. The twins went to bed with smiles, and that’s what truly mattered.