The storm had passed. Not just metaphorically, the sun shone brightly over the Wolfe estate, scattering light across the polished marble floors and the peaceful gardens below. But more than that, there was calm, the kind that only followed after chaos had been thoroughly buried.
Inside the estate, the family gathered for brunch. The long dining table was crowded, not just with food but with laughter and relief.
"Can someone please explain," Mia said through a mouthful of croissant, "how Callum managed to burn pancakes without turning on the stove?", They had all came over for the weekend.
Callum raised both hands. "I'm being slandered in front of royalty."
"Oh, you are," Saige laughed, nudging him playfully. "I saw the fire extinguisher in your hand. It was not a drill."
