WAVERLY
I stand in the doorway, observing the remnants of our once-perfect family as they sit scattered about the living room. The fragile facade I've maintained for so long fractures a little more each day, threatening to shatter irreparably. My heart clenches tightly at the thought.
"Charlie, Lottie, would you mind setting the table?" I request, my tone cold but gentle. "We're expecting Lucien tonight."
"Another bloody dinner party," Charlie grumbles under his breath as he begrudgingly complies. Lottie rolls her eyes and follows her brother into the kitchen. They've grown tired of these strained gatherings, and how could I blame them?
The doorbell chimes, and I stride across the room to admit our guest. Lucien's angular features soften slightly when he sees me, and I can't help but a
