In the vast halls of the Thompson estate, Thersia's laughter filled the air. Luka observed from afar as she engaged in lively conversation with her friend, Cara, who had visited to spend time with her. Thersia's lively attitude was completely different from his serious mood, but he found it charming and loved it, even though he couldn't always keep up.
Cara stood with a plate of warm cookies, complaining about the strong cravings brought on by her pregnancy. "What should we do next?" Thersia chuckled, gently touching her slightly round stomach. "I'm not sure, but I'm craving those Belgian chocolates that Luka brought back from his recent journey." Luka, feeling guilty for keeping his distance, made a conscious effort to connect. He approached the two women with a forced smile, mention
