Baby shower

Beyond the fence there were fairy lights fit for a prince or a princess and a summer house lit up like a palace. It looked like a royal garden party. It would have been fun to go in with everybody being too polite to ask who I was. I could have kissed the baby while the hostess was eyeing me up, wondering: Who the hell is he? He doesn't seem to have a gift. But I didn’t you will be glad to hear.