Amara Delaney never packed light because she had too many things she thought were necessary and always bought too many things anytime she went on a vacation, it was natural for her to leave for a place with four suitcases and come back with six.
Everyone knew this, so Ava wasn't surprised when she opened the door to see a slightly tanned Amara dressed in a white crop top with worlds best grandma written on it and dark blue jeans that clung to her hips, with three men who were pulling suitcases behind them.
"Mrs Delaney." Ava smiled, lighting up like a child who had gotten the best treasure in the world as she threw herself into Amara's open arms.
"My baby." Amara laughed delightfully as she placed a kiss on the crown of Ava's head. "Where's Mia?" She had a weird way of being able to tell the girls apart in the twinkle of an eye.
"She's inside." Ava replied as they walked into the penthouse, the men rolling the suitcases in.
