When Benedict heard that Lyra was back, a rare morning grin spread across his face. "Quick, prepare some of her favorite cakes and pack them in boxes. She can take them with her to work," he instructed, his energy noticeably lifted.
Meanwhile, at the entrance, Lyra found herself face-to-face with Isadora, who was clearly not thrilled to see her.
"How do you even have the audacity to stay under MY roof?" Isadora's voice practically hissed with disdain, her glare sharp enough to cut.
Unbothered, Lyra let out a slow yawn, meeting her cousin's bitter stare with casual indifference. "You seem super invested in where I am, Isadora. Got a reason why?"
Isadora's hostility felt childish to Lyra, as though the girl was forever stuck in a petty rivalry that she alone cared about.
