C121 like a beautiful trap

She glanced toward her closet, remembering how Rowan had made the same request before. Father and son were more alike than she'd care to admit. Shaking her head, she made her way to the closet, unsure of what to wear.

“Baby, come here,” she called to Vaughn.

Vaughn scurried over, curiosity in his wide eyes. “What, Mommy?”

Amara opened the closet, revealing an array of red dresses