Ayla
Mom and Papa said goodbye right after breakfast. Rhett’s shiny black car—yes, the one he treats like a sacred relic—took them to the airport for their flight to Edinburgh.
The moment the giant Corsetti house door closed, the whole atmosphere shifted. The elegant morning silence instantly turned into Reid’s personal playground of chaos.
As if he’d been waiting since dawn, he marched toward me with a black permanent marker in hand, ready to add another ridiculous doodle to the cast around my arm.
“Ayla, whose pointy lips could probably poke through a cardboard box… Reese, who styles his hair with butter…” he mumbled while scribbling.
I glared at him. “Reid! Enough!”
He only laughed, all proud of himself. “Nope. I’ve got one more. Rhett is basically Medusa reincarnated. One glare a
