NOAH
"You're getting married again!"
I shook my head at how excited Harriet was at the news. She was hopping around on one foot, her lips split into a wide, crazy smile.
"You're a very terrible dancer," I said in response.
"This is not a dance dance, you old, boring man. It's a happy dance. It's supposed to be terrible," she shot back at me.
I shook my head again while she did her thing, waiting for her to calm down.
Ciara walked out of the kitchen with a tray that held cups of cold fruit juice. She stopped at the sight of Harriet who was still doing her 'happy dance', and was about to speak when I shook my head.
I gestured for her to say nothing and walk towards me instead. Ciara, with an amused expression on her face, did as I said.
She walked around the dancing woman in our living room, and my wife to be took a seat beside me.