The kitchen was chaos in the best possible way.
Ivy stood at the stove, a spatula in one hand and her phone in the other, screaming at someone through the speaker viciously.
"NO, YOU LISTEN TO ME, MISS JIANG—IF VALKO'S ROUTE GETS CANCELLED, I WILL PERSONALLY FUND A CLASS-ACTION LAWSUIT SO FAST YOUR DEAD GRANDFATHER WILL FEEL THE SETTLEMENT—" She flipped a pancake elegantly. Precisely. It landed golden and flawless. "—AND TELL YOUR CEO I SAID HE'S A COWARD!"
Beside her, Isla leaned against the counter, reaching over every few seconds to steal bits of sausages and fresh fruit from the plates Ivy was assembling. Her expression was serene, but her thievery was relentless.
Ivy didn't even look at her, just kept screaming into the phone and flipping pancakes and occasionally slapping Isla's hand away.
Cecilia sat at the kitchen island, still in her borrowed pajamas, eating pickles straight from the jar with a fork. The egg demanded pickles, the egg received pickles.
