The Wolfe estate shimmered under the warmth of a Sunday morning sun, the lush gardens alive with laughter and the scent of Talia's fresh-baked croissants wafting through the air.
Ethan leaned against the stone balustrade of the veranda, coffee in hand, wearing a rare smile. His once-sharp edges had softened over the years, and with the twins now in college and the company thriving under Zane, he could finally exhale.
Talia emerged beside him, her silk robe flowing behind her, hair slightly tousled from sleep. She nudged his arm.
"They're all here," she murmured.
Inside, the living room buzzed with life.
Luna sat cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by textbooks and snacks, her head resting on Asher's shoulder. Zane lounged on the couch with Aria's feet in his lap, the two of them bickering playfully over a board game. Saige and Callum had claimed the floor nearby, their flirtation not-so-subtly growing with every exchanged glance.
