As tradition stated, Liz spent every New Year's Eve with Ariana and they had done since 2011. This year was no different, except that trying to leave the house on time was becoming more and more challenging.
"Elodie, honey, mommy loves you very much but if you take any longer to choose a dress, she will start to cry."
Liz was standing in their little girl's closet, hand on hip as she tapped her fingers against her waist impatiently.
"But mommy, there's too many to choose from." Elodie pouted and sat down on the fluffy rug, having had enough of the party drama already.
"Okay, can mommy choose your dress?" Liz asked, taking a deep breath.
"I suppose." Elodie sighed, looking at her feet stretched out in front of her.
"You said you wanted glitter and to match me, so let's go with this glittery black one, yeah?" Liz suggested, holding up the dress on its hanger.
"Good choice, mommy." Elodie nodded and stood up.
"Thank you darling. Right, sweatpants off. Quickly because we only have twenty more minutes." Liz instructed, helping the six year old to get changed.
"Can I have make up?" Elodie asked, stepping into the dress.
"I need to do my eyebrows and get into my dress and then I can do some light make up for you." Liz agreed, kissing Elodie's wavy brown hair.
"Oh, are you not ready to leave?" Elodie looked up at Liz.
"Not really, no." Liz looked down at herself in the fluffy white robe and laughed.
"Well you should hurry up and get ready. We only have twenty more minutes." Elodie told her.
"Yes, thank you." Liz chuckled, placing a pair of white slip-on pumps on the floor for Elodie.
"Those are boring." Elodie frowned.
"What? Those are pretty." Liz tried to convince her.
"I don't think so, mommy. Why can't I wear my Princess Cinderella heels?" She asked quizzically.
"Because those are made of cheap plastic and you'll slip and crack your bones."
"Umm, that's a bit graphic." Elodie whispered, wrapping her arms around herself protectively.
"Mommy just means that she doesn't want you to get hurt. Neither of us do." Avan smiled walking in. "Which is why you should wear these beautiful white ballet pumps."
"Hmm. Okay." Elodie smiled, slipping on the delicate shoes.
"Now, Liz you can go get ready and Elodie can help me get Otis ready for Ariana's." Avan took their daughter's hand.
