Flora's POV
The bright morning sunlight streamed through the kitchen windows, reflecting off the stainless-steel countertops and casting a warm, golden glow over the entire room. The rich, comforting scent of brewing coffee and sizzling bacon filled the air.
"Flora, hand me that spatula, please," Emily said, her hair pulled back into a messy bun as she stood over the stove, carefully flipping pancakes.
"Here you go," I smiled, sliding the plastic spatula into her hand.
Breakfast was a loud, chaotic, and entirely happy affair. Marcus and Josh were already sitting at the long kitchen island, deeply engrossed in a debate about sports statistics, while Sophia sat next to them, casually scrolling through her phone and typing out her resume to send to Eugene.
"Good morning," Eugene’s deep,
