Too Late To Love Me I Already Left With His Twins (Lydia and Dave) novel Chapter 159

The amount of authority in that tiny child was honestly concerning.

For the next hour, the house became fashion negotiations and controlled chaos.

Eli wanted hidden pockets because “important people carry things.”

Ava wanted sleeves that moved dramatically “for intellectual entrances.”

Eli rejected one bow tie because it looked “financially dishonest.”

Ava argued against sequins because “they reflect light aggressively.”

At one point Ms Elma looked at me calmly and said:

“Your children communicate like retired professors.” 1

“I know,” I sighed tiredly. “Pray for me.”

Eventually, though, everything came together beautifully.

Ava settled on a soft pastel silver dress inspired by galaxies and constellations. Layers of delicate tulle flowed beneath a structured bodice scattered with subtle crystal details that shimmered softly instead of sparkling loudly. The dress looked dreamy. Ethereal almost. Like something designed for a child who spent too much time reading space books under blankets.

Eli chose a deep navy tailored suit with silver embroidery hidden inside the lining so only he knew it was there unless he opened it dramatically himself. Which honestly? He absolutely would. 1

“There should be mystery,” he explained seriously during fittings.

Ms Elma nodded like she completely agreed with the philosophy of six year old fashion secrecy.

Measurements came next.

And somehow that became another battle entirely.

Eli kept moving.

“Stand still,” Ms Elma said calmly for the fourth time.

“I am standing emotionally still.”

fittings

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“That is not helpful.”

Aka meanwhile was deeply invested in precision.

“That measurement is slightly crooked,” she informed the assistant suspiciously.

The assistant blinked rapidly.

“…It is not.”

“Hmm.” Ava narrowed her eyes. “I’ll allow it.”

God help me.

Eventually everything was finalized. Sketches completed. Fabric approvals signed off. Emergency alteration timelines arranged.

Ms Elma closed her notebook neatly.

“Express production will be necessary,” she explained. “But everything will be ready before the event.”

I nodded immediately.

“I expected that.”

Countdown

Lydia’s POV

The countdown was no longer abstract anymore.

It felt real now.

Four days to six had already happened, and somehow the closer we got to their birthday, the more emotional I became over the smallest things. I called the twins downstairs that evening after work, pretending to sound casual about it even though I was ridiculously excited.

Ava appeared first, suspicious immediately.

Eli came running behind her like a tiny overenthusiastic politician arriving for a campaign rally.

“Wait,” Ava said slowly, narrowing her eyes at the table. “You got us another gift?”

I looked offended instantly.

“She thinks I would forget.”

Eli gasped dramatically.

“Mom would never.”

“Exactly,”

,” I said proudly. “Thank you, Eli. Finally someone respects me in this house.”

Ava ignored both of us completely as her eyes landed on the two boxes sitting neatly on the dining table.

Then she blinked.