Zoe's POV
The moment Brandon and I stepped into the house, something felt… different. Not wrong, exactly. Just—unexpected.
The living room lights were on. Voices filled the air. There was laughter, movement. The atmosphere felt lively.
I slowed my steps, taking a moment to absorb the scene before me. And there they were—everyone I knew and cherished.
Margaret stood near the kitchen counter, her sleeves elegantly rolled up to the elbows, as if she had just returned to her domain. Even in this familiar space, she radiated an air of sophistication, exuding an effortless grace that seemed almost unattainable. I often wondered how she managed to look so effortlessly polished every single time.
Madison was sprawled across one of the chairs, her lively spirit evident as she animatedly gestured with her hands, her laughter bubbling up like a bright fountain of joy.
