The morning sun bathed the kitchen in a warm, golden glow as the family buzzed with energy. Plates clinked, the scent of toasted bread wafted through the air, and a faint hum of chatter and laughter filled the house. It was a typical morning at the home of the Beaumonts—chaotic yet full of love.
Jasmine sat at the breakfast table, her wavy brown hair still damp from her quick shower. She held a piece of toast in one hand and skimmed through her phone, trying to watch a few more reels before heading to school. Her twin brother William, however, had other ideas.
With a mischievous grin, William slipped behind her, his taller frame casting a shadow over her book. "Morning, Jess," he said nonchalantly as his hand shot out and snatched her toast right from under her nose.
"Hey!" Jasmine exclaimed, smacking him playfully on the arm. "That was mine!"
