Bella's POV
"Edsel! Gian! Come out, it's time for snacks!" I called, carefully balancing a tray laden with freshly baked mango and egg pie, along with a chilled pitcher of orange juice. Stepping into the garden, I expected to see my two little rascals darting around the flower beds, but the space was eerily empty.
Frowning, I glanced around the house, then back outside. No sign of them. They couldn’t have gone far.
"Edsel? Gian?" I called again.
A soft giggle floated through the air, followed by the rustling of leaves. I immediately knew what was happening. Suppressing a smile, I let out a dramatic sigh and turned toward the exit as if I were about to leave.
Right on cue, the two nannies rushed toward me, their faces stricken with worry. "Luna, forgive us! We failed to do our job."
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