The Wolfe estate on a Saturday morning was anything but peaceful.
"Zane, give me back my phone!" Luna's voice echoed down the marble hallway as she chased after her twin.
"You're failing as a co-CEO if you let people snatch your phone that easily," Zane said smugly, dodging her with a grin.
"Give. It. Back!" she lunged, but he twisted around the staircase railing like a pro athlete.
"Kids!" Talia's voice rang from the kitchen. "If one of you breaks something again, you're both paying for it!"
Elijah looked up from the espresso machine with a smirk. "Should we place bets on who falls first?"
Mia leaned on the island counter, sipping orange juice. "My money's on Luna. She's wearing socks on marble floors. Bold."
Talia rolled her eyes, setting down a plate of pancakes shaped like animals. "Can we have one Saturday where everyone behaves like normal people?"
"Define normal," Ethan said, strolling in, shirt slightly wrinkled from morning meetings.
