It was a lazy Sunday afternoon, and the Wolfe estate was bustling again.
Since Zane and Luna had started college, Talia made it a point to host a monthly family dinner. Everyone was expected to show up, no excuses. Not even from Zane, who always tried to wiggle out of it.
The estate's long glass windows gleamed in the sun, and the scent of roasted garlic and lemon-infused chicken filled the air. Ethan stood at the grill, apron on, flipping steak like it was a high-stakes business deal. Elijah and Mia had arrived earlier with a bottle of vintage wine and their usual flirtatious banter.
Meanwhile, Luna sat in her old bedroom upstairs, staring at herself in the mirror.
Asher had kissed her. Softly. Gently. Right before she left campus the day before.
It had been quick, sweet, and respectful, but it left her heart pounding like she'd just run a marathon.
