Chapter 166

Calla’s POV

I was trying to put mascara on with one hand while chasing a tiny hurricane with the other.

“Prim!” I called out for what felt like the hundredth time. “Stop running and come here, we need to fix your hair, baby--”

“No!” she shouted from under the bed. Yes, under the bed. My precious little devil in pigtails had gone full rebel mode the moment I showed her the dress she was supposed to