Ravenna's POV
The morning started too quietly. Just like the moments before chaos would happen.
I had learned that quiet in this house was never a good sign. It meant everyone was either pretending to be calm or waiting for someone else to start a fight. And this time it was Lucien.
The breakfast table was set with a lot of delicious delicacies. We had eggs, pancakes, toast, fruit salad, coffee, and chocolate milk—all lined up perfectly by the housekeeper, who looked like she wanted to disappear from the suffocating atmosphere created by a seething Lucien.
Sunny was the only one breaking the silence, humming to herself as she tried to spoon jam onto her toast. She made a huge mess, leaving me to clean her up, but she still poured jam all over her face after violently refusing
