Saturday arrived with clear, calm weather. The Spencer family home seemed warmer that day—not because of the sunlight streaming through the large windows, but because of the preparations for an unusual lunch. Blair helped her mother set the dining table while the servants prepared the family’s signature dishes: roast beef, fresh salad, and homemade apple pie.
“I still can’t believe you asked them to come,” Elizabeth said with a small smile, though her face still carried traces of tension.
“Neither can I,” Blair replied, gazing toward the window. “But I want you both to see what my life is like now. Without secrets. Without fear.”
The doorbell rang.
Blair immediately walked to the front door. Behind it stood Jonathan, wearing a light blue shirt and casual trousers. Beside him, Hazel clu
