(Third Person).
The Carter family's estate hadn't seen much commotion in weeks, until the familiar sound of heels clicked through the corridor, announcing an unexpected arrival.
Monique Carter swept into the living room like a gust of polished wind, her designer bag slung over one arm and sunglasses perched atop her head.
Mabel, seated by the coffee table, blinked in surprise. Across the room, Gary lowered his tablet and arched a brow.
"Well, well," Mabel drawled, rising to her feet. "What a surprise. You didn't inform us you were coming."
Gary scoffed, already shaking his head. "Why do you keep running back here once in a while, Monique? You are married with two sons. Is something chasing you from your husband's house?"
Monique gave them both a tight smile and slid gracefully onto the armchair. "This is still my father's house," she replied coolly. "It's not like I need permission to be here. Besides, I was bored. And I happened to hear that Alpha Draven has returned. So…"
