Emily’s POV
The morning light streamed through the large windows of the Frost Mansion’s dining room, painting the walls in soft shades of gold. I sat at the long, polished table with the Frost family, sipping my coffee slowly.
The warmth of the mug in my hands was a welcome comfort after the restless night I’d spent upstairs in the guest room. I hadn’t expected such a warm reception from them, especially after all the chaos that had unfolded the day before.
Ronan, who sat across from me, was as stoic as ever, his sharp eyes watching me intently. Next to him, Luna Joan smiled softly at me, her warm, motherly gaze more comforting than I expected.
Lila, always the mischievous one, shot me a playful grin from beside her mother, as if she knew something I didn’t.
"So," Ronan said, breaki
