Elon seemed pleased.
A little surprised.
But pleased.
Sunday morning, I cooked.
Roast chicken.
Mashed potatoes.
Green beans.
Homemade pumpkin pie.
I set the table beautifully.
I dressed Sophie in one of her sweetest outfits.
And when everyone arrived, I welcomed them with a smile.
Dinner was warm.
Normal.
Everyone laughed.
They commented on how beautiful Sophie was.
How wonderful it was to see us together.
Elon was at his best.
Charming.
Confident.
Playing the role of successful husband and devoted new father.
At one point, he even raised his
