Cucumber Chaos
~ Alyssa ~ After the madness and rushing around from this morning. I need to be away from the office for a while. The air outside AQ feels like the kind of Friday that promises a little peace — warm, bright, and humming with possibility. Greyson’s beside me, jacket slung casually over his arm, Hope perched on his hip like a glittering accessory with curls and giggles. Elle and Kelsi trail behind, both dramatically complaining about being hungry enough to eat their sketchbooks. Then I have the perfect idea. “Alright,” I sigh, jingling my keys, “lunch run. Everyone pile in. Greyson, you’re driving.” He raises an eyebrow. “Your car?” I grin. “My rules. Which means you’re driving.” Elle laughs as we approach the glossy black Audi RSQ8 parked in the private bay. “Alyssa, I swear, every
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