Mist’s POV
On a Saturday afternoon, sunlight pours warmly through the towering floor-to-ceiling windows, wrapping the living room in a comforting glow. Stella is sprawled at my feet, lost in her world of colorful crayon creations, while Alex occupies the nearby armchair, immersed in a hefty herbal tome, his brow knitted in concentration. Occasionally, his gaze drifts to Stella's drawing. The room thrums with a nurturing tranquility.
This serenity, however, is shattered by the cloying sound of overly deliberate footsteps, heralding disruption.
“Charles! Darling! It’s been too long!” A female voice coats the air, dripping with sweetness.
I glance up, greeted by a woman whose appearance screams polish and precision. Likely in her late twenties, she’s dressed in a tailored designer suit, h
