Vanya's POV
"Vanya!" From a distance, Wilmot, dressed in workout clothes, ran over. He must have just finished his morning exercise.
His bright red hair was particularly eye-catching, and I spotted him from far away.
"Up so early. Have you had breakfast yet?" he asked.
"Not yet," I replied, pointing to the people going in and out of the second-floor study. "Is it always like this at your place every morning?"
"Not usually. Things have just been busier lately," Wilmot said, taking my hand. "Come on, let's go eat."
"Grace hasn't woken up yet. I should wake her up," I said.
"No need. Grace loves to sleep in. I'll have them make it when she gets up." Wilmot insisted.
I was about to agree when he added, "Besides, Edwin should be eating too. His private chef is really good."
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