Eira's smile grew faintly at the thought of Malia's overly enthusiastic personality, and she followed Mrs. Carver through the spacious foyer. The interior of the house was just as stunning as the exterior, with its sleek, minimalist design balanced by tasteful touches of warmth in the form of rich wooden accents and soft, neutral tones.
As they approached the sitting room, Eira could hear the soft murmur of conversation punctuated by occasional laughter. Mrs. Carver led her in, gesturing toward the group gathered there.
Malia stood up almost immediately, a wide grin spreading across her face as she spotted Eira. "Ephyra! You made it."
"Of course," Eira replied smoothly, her tone teasing. "I wouldn't miss free food."
"Are you wearing a skirt, Ephyra?" Orla's eyebrows shot up as she took in Eira's outfit, her expression a mix of surprise and amusement. "I didn't think I'd ever see you in something so... feminine."
