The Return

FIVE YEARS LATER

DUBLIN, IRELAND.

Sophie twirled around in front of the small mirror hanging on the wall of their bedroom, checking her pink sundress and white bow tied around her long brown hair for what seemed like the hundredth time that morning.

"Don't I look like the prettiest princess, Mommy?” she asked excitedly, turning to face Melanie who was folding clothes and putting them into their suitcases.

"You look gorgeous as always sweetpea," Melanie smiled at her daughter. Sophie beamed and did another twirl, the skirt of her dress flaring out around her.

From the bed, her twin brother Matthew scoffed in response. At nearly five years old, his slim frame already showed signs of future height.

"You look silly is what," he teased. Sophie turned to stick her tongue out at him, hands on her hips.

"I’m not! Take it back, Mattie poo!" Her foot stamped petulantly against the expensive carpet.

Melanie heard Matt sigh loudly. She looked over to see him walking over to peer into the smal