“Sign the Shares First,” My Parents Ordered While I Held My Newborn—Then My Son’s Father Opened the Hospital Door – Welcome

was nervous.

Instead, she looked at Sophie.

“You made this dress yourself?”

Sophie nodded.

“Speak clearly.”

“Yes, Grandma.”

“How many times did you redo the collar?”

Sophie blushed.

“Four.”

A few people laughed gently.

Grandma smiled.

“Why?”

“It kept pulling on one side.”

“So what did you do?”

“I took it apart until I figured out what was wrong.”

Grandma nodded.

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