Third person POV
The morning sunlight spilled through the high windows of the estate, washing the wide hall with a soft glow. Calla had been pacing since dawn, nerves and excitement making her restless as she adjusted flower petals scattered across the long table and checked the ribbons tied around the chairs. She wanted everything perfect before Lisa stepped into the surprise.
“Stop moving those flowers before you bruise them,” Atlas muttered from behind her, stretching out his arms lazily. His shirt clung to his damp skin from training, but his eyes gleamed with amusement.
“I can’t help it,” Calla whispered back, biting her lip. “She’ll be here soon.”
Kael snorted, tossing a mask he had been fiddling with onto a chair. “Lisa doesn’t notice half of these little details. You could put
