Page 12 of Sew Matcha in Love
“Thanks.” My cheeks heated. “Um, you should check out your costume.”
He followed me to August. “Wow. It looks just like the one in the movie.”
I frowned. “The cartoon?”
“Better than the one in the movie.”
I pressed my lips together.
“Better than the Disney World version?”
I grinned. I liked praise. “Why, thank you. You’re too kind. And I’m glad, because you can get the movie version online for a fraction of the cost. You do like to be frugal, after all.”
He snorted. “I spare no expense for my little ladies nor the kingdom of Arendelle.”
I smiled and shook my head. “They sure do have you wrapped around their little fingers, don’t they?”
He held up his pinky. “And when they have big fingers like mine, I’ll be just as wrapped.”
“And with that…” I removed the tunic from August and gathered the pants, shirt, and hat from the sewing table extension and pushed them toward him. “You can change behind the quilt in the corner.”
I followed him to the makeshift screen and waited. The girls were off in the opposite corner, heads together, no doubt plotting world domination.
Fjord domination?
Zaki’s voice carried over the quilt. “Wow, Wynna-bun. This is softer than it looks. And I think it’s a perfect fit.”
“I’m glad to hear it,” I replied evenly.
“Amelie! Isla! Ready for the big reveal? Can I get a drum roll?” Zaki’s request was jovial and upbeat, like he was revealing something so much more fun than a costume.
I looked over at the girls. They’d paused their frantic whispering and were soon at my side.
“Ready, Daddy!” Isla called. She counted down from three, and they began slapping their thighs and humming a drumroll sound. It started softly and increased in volume as Zaki’s disembodied fingers teased the quilt to the side.
He strode toward us, then stopped holding his arms out and turned in a circle. “What do you think, ladies?”
Nordic Mountain Man to a tee,I wanted to say. Instead, I deferred to the girls.
Isla held her elbow with one hand and tapped her cheek with another. “Nice. But the hair isn’t working for me. Kristoff is blond, like me.”
“I like the hair,” Amelie said. “I think he needs mittens.”
Zaki, no doubt expecting high praise from his biggest fans, held a smile, but his eyes told another story. He was afraid he’d disappointed them.
Little girls could be very hard to please.
“I can make mittens,” I offered. “I don’t make wigs, though.”
“Mommy used to paint his hair,” Isla said.
I caught his gaze. “I’ve never painted hair before.”
“I can order a wig,” he said and turned back to Isla. “Do I have to shave?”
She rolled her eyes. “Daddy. YouknowKristoff doesn’t have a beard.”
“But Ilikemy beard.” He sighed. “Okay, but only because you asked me to.”
