Inside the drawing room, the atmosphere was bright, warm, and wonderfully peaceful. The afternoon sun streamed through the tall windows. Ines was sitting on a velvet sofa, eagerly reading her newly signed romance novel. Aunt Margery was reclining in her armchair, sipping Earl Grey tea from a delicate china cup while softly stroking Fifi's curly fur.
Delaney was sitting quietly near the window. She looked up immediately when Rowan entered. Her hazel eyes met his brown ones, offering a silent, steady look of encouragement.
Rowan drew in a deep breath. He walked to the center of the rug. Carcel walked over to sit beside his wife, placing a comforting hand on Ines's shoulder.
"May I have your attention, please," Rowan spoke. His voice was loud, clear, and carried a heavy, formal weight.
Ines lowered her book, frowning at her brother's serious tone. Aunt Margery stopped petting the dog. Delaney sat perfectly still, her hands folded tightly in her lap.
