Miles’ POV
I walked into the living room and was immediately met with the sight of my grandfather, meticulously arranging the dining table while directing the chefs on where to place the food.
“What is going on here?” I asked, confusion evident in my tone.
“Miles, my grandson!” he exclaimed with excitement, his face lighting up as he noticed me. “I see you are finally awake,” he added, but just as quickly, his smile faded into a frown. “Where is Daphne?”
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. “I’m not her keeper… I mean, she’ll be done soon. What’s going on here?” I asked, attempting to divert his attention.
“We are all having breakfast today as a family,” he announced with enthusiasm.
“I won’t be having any. I can’t be late for work,” I stated firmly.
“No, you will do as I say, and y
