Later that afternoon, the house grew quiet. Mason had returned to the main manor, and Chloe was upstairs in her room, blasting loud music and trying on different neon coats.
In the glass sunroom at the back of the estate, warm light poured through the tall windows, illuminating the lush green plants and vibrant flowers Mailah had arranged.
Mailah sat on a soft cushioned bench, a small wooden basket of fresh yellow wildflowers resting beside her. Her fingers worked carefully as she tried to weave the delicate stems together into a simple flower crown, but a stem snapped, making her let out a soft, amused laugh.
Grayson stepped into the sunroom quietly. He had finally taken off the duck apron, returning to a simple black silk shirt with the top buttons undone. He walked over like a dark panther, sliding onto the bench beside her and wrapping one long arm around her shoulders to pull her against his chest.
