At eight in the morning, Juliet and Mira Meredith had been waiting in Aria Grant's home for three minutes, but no one had come to open the door yet.
"Could their whole family be the type to sleep in?" Mira Meredith couldn't help but grumble.
Unfortunately, Juliet was against pressing the doorbell again, only having given it those two rings.
The breakfast they carried in their hands felt especially heavy, yet Juliet didn't say a word. One could feel their fingers swelling, probably engorged with blood.
"Let's wait a bit longer, or maybe we can take a walk around the neighborhood?" Juliet suggested, looking at the surrounding area, with its exquisite villas and elegant greenery peeking from the yard walls. It was only because of this pleasant sight that she spoke up.
Mira Meredith was dumbfounded, feeling Juliet's actions to be overly dramatic. If preparing breakfast didn't require her help, what about now? Was she expected to just keep waiting with her?
