Zara stood in her expansive, opulent kitchen, a hub of activity as servants hurriedly carried out her instructions for the arrangements. The marble countertops gleamed under the soft glow of chandeliers, and the aroma of freshly baked delicacies filled the air. Zara, dressed in an elegant apron, was fully engrossed in her preparations for her brother's welcome.
Meanwhile, Kathy paced back and forth, her annoyance evident on her face. She couldn't shake off the nagging feeling that Zara's motives for inviting Violet were far from innocent. The more she thought about it, the more uneasy she became.
Just as Zara checked on the cake she was baking, her attention was drawn to Kathy's troubled expression. Setting down the spatula, she approached Kathy and asked, "What's the matter, dear? You s
