The next day was Saturday. The house was quiet except for the soft clink of cutlery. Phoebe and Damon sat at the dining table eating breakfast when one of the servants opened the front door, and Carl walked in carrying two huge bags of popcorn and a big smile on his face.
"Carl!" Phoebe called out before she could stop herself. "Good morning. Come join us."
Carl placed the popcorn bags on the table in the sitting room and walked over. "Good morning, favourite sister-in-law. You look well rested." He pulled out a chair and sat down, and within seconds, the servants quickly brought him a plate of food and Carl started eating with energy.
Deep into the meal, he looked at Damon properly for the first time and raised an eyebrow. "Why are you dressed so nicely this morning? What is the occas
