MIGUEL'S GUEST HOUSE
Elizabeth descended the stairs, her heels tapping lightly against the floor.
As she entered the living room, she spotted her brother, Miguel, lounging comfortably with a phone in hand. "There you are," she said, her voice light with mild surprise. "Good morning. I thought you'd already left for the office."
Miguel glanced up from his phone, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Good morning, Liz. No, I’m not going to work today." His eyes scanned her outfit. "Why are you all dressed up?"
Elizabeth casually adjusted her wristwatch. "I’m going to visit my niece and nephew, if you don’t mind."
Miguel raised an eyebrow, setting the phone aside. "I told you I moved them, right?"
A frown formed on Elizabeth’s face, confusion in her eyes. "Moved them? What do you mean,
