The soft morning light filtered through the glass walls, golden and lazy. Birds chirped somewhere outside. The smell of brewed coffee, toasted sourdough, and scrambled eggs lingered faintly in the air.
Aria padded into the dining room, hair tousled, already dressed in a sleek black jumpsuit cinched at the waist, gold hoops in her ears, and red-tinted sunglasses perched atop her head. She looked like she was about to walk onto a fashion set — not a restaurant kitchen.
Selene glanced up from her tablet, already on her second coffee. Maya was curled into the corner of the couch, finishing a pastry, and Lucas and Adrian were nowhere in sight, probably off to work already.
"You're late," Selene said flatly.
Aria poured herself a quick coffee. "I'm not late. I'm selective about when I appear
