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“Done? How do I look?” Cha Young can hear Vincenzo's voice as she enters the hallway outside the playroom. This is follow by a giggling yes, answering his question.
A smile spread across her face as soon as she opens the door. No, she actually wants to burst out laughing and take a photo to commemorate the scene that she is witnessing in front of her eyes. What happens to the formidable dashing Italian mafia consigliere? She only left home for a few hours to have some me-time at a salon and spa.
“Hey, why don’t I get an invitation for a tea party?” she asks as she enters the playroom. This is obviously a tea party, with little cups and saucers spread across the table along with bunnies on the chair as extra guests.
“Eomma, you are home.” Their 4 years old daughter runs toward her to tug her hand. She even wears a princess gown. “You can sit here. You can come to the party because you have already wear a nice dress.”
She takes her seat in front of Vincenzo, who mouthed the word help to her. She suppresses her smile and turns her attention to their daughter. “Is that why you put a bow to Dad’s hair? To make him dress for a party?”
“Yes. I tried to make the hair look like what you always did to me.” That would explain the ponytail that looks like a tree sprouting from his head. Equipped with a pink bow clip at the side.
“You did a great job baby. Dad looks very pretty for a tea party.” Grinning at Vincenzo.
She ushers them to drink the imaginary tea that she serves while talking about the movie she watches. Cha Young takes the cup from the saucer and pretends to drink.
“Eomma, no! You should drink like this.” Lifting her little pinky finger out from the handle. “Like Dad did.”
Vincenzo shakes his head slightly in disappointment and shows her how it should be done. “Baby, Eomma doesn’t know how to play at a tea party. Isn’t Dad better at this?”
“Baby, I think that hair clip is too small. Why don’t you take the one with the big flower? I think it is on your dressing table. Can you help me and take my phone from my handbag too? ” Says Cha Young eyeing Vincenzo mischievously.
She stares at the hair clip on her father’s head for a while before accepting her mother’s suggestion and runs to her bedroom, leaving both of them in the playroom.
“Really? Another hair clip? She already insists that I should wear this throughout the party.” Says Vincenzo as he fiddles with his hair. If you tell him 6 years ago, that he will end up playing at a 4-year-old girl's tea party, he will laugh it off along with are you mad thought.
“Why not? You look good in it. How do you end up at a tea party, my great consigliere?” answers Cha Young, marveling at her husband's latest style.
“She was watching one of the cartoons showing a mad hatter tea party and decided to throw her own party. You know that once she set her mind, nothing can change it. I wonder where she got that.”
“That is totally on you. She is tenacious like you.”
“Looks who's speaking. No, she is exactly like you. Only a mini version. She’s also decided to change her clothes to fit the occasion.” He gave up trying to reason with their daughter and just went along with her plans. He also heads over heels for that little girl, giving in to her wants once she gives him a puppy look.
She comes back into the playroom, skipping, with the hair clip and Cha Young’s phone in her hands.
“Thank you, baby. Here, let Eomma help you.” Cha Young unravels the little ponytail on Vincenzo’s head and ties it back properly before inserting the new clip at the bottom of the hairband. Vincenzo, on the other hand, knows it is pointless to protest against these two girls when they team up against him.
“See, isn’t it better?” says Cha Young holding back her laughter while Vincenzo glares at her.
“Yes. I like this more.” She says looking at her dad intently after climbing into Cha Young’s lap.
“Why don’t we take a picture to show Dad? He can’t see his beautiful hair. Go sit at him, so I can take your pictures.”
This needs to be recorded for future references on how the great mafia ended up having a tea party with a flower hair clip on his hair.