Lucy and Callum were in the Emery kitchen, studying the contents of the pantry. They had nearly emptied it the day before for the community cookout. That meant breakfast would be mostly leftovers and a few things they could throw together.
“I didn’t think we cooked that much yesterday,” Callum said, shaking his head as he looked at the empty shelves.
“We always do, but it never feels like it,” Lucy chuckled. “Plus, we always have people who need to borrow a bit of this or a pinch of that to finish off what they have made. They always replenish what they use, but it might take a few days of recovering from the festivities before they do.”
“And this time it will take longer because of the ball and official coronation tonight,” Callum grinned. “I am so proud of Ashton. I know it was purel
