Seraphine's POV
The sound of raised voices drifted from the kitchen as I sat at the dining table, my hands resting protectively over my growing belly. Aleena and Zachery were at it again, their heated exchange echoing through the manor's corridors. Their arguments had become a constant soundtrack since yesterday, and my patience was wearing thin.
The kitchen door swung open with more force than necessary. Aleena emerged carrying a tray laden with drunken shrimp and avocado salad, her face flushed with anger. The plates rattled in her grip as she muttered under her breath.
"He has completely lost his mind," she snapped, slamming the tray onto the mahogany table.
I reached for a shrimp, trying to lighten the mood. "What has gotten into you two?"
