The mansion buzzed with its usual chaos. Everyone was immersed in their tasks, creating a symphony of clattering dishes, hurried footsteps, and murmured conversations. Kyle and Ashlee descended the staircase and took their places at the dining table for lunch.
Esyn and Derion joined them, their expressions a mix of exhaustion and quiet relief. The atmosphere was still heavy, the tension from the previous night’s revelations lingering like an unshakable shadow. The events had been a whirlwind, leaving them grappling with secrets and uncertainties.
“Where is my usual cup?” Esyn asked, frowning as the maid placed her juice in an ordinary glass instead of her favorite cup.
“We’re sorry, miss,” the maid replied with a weak smile. “When we arrived this morning, we found the kitchen in disarra
