The Horton home was bustling from the morning on.
When Kiera Olsen woke up and stepped outside, she saw Lewis Horton, who usually went to work early, unexpectedly sitting on the living room sofa.
She stretched languidly and slowly walked over, arching an eyebrow to ask, "Don't you need to go to the company today?"
The girl had just woken up, her face plump and glowing from a good night's sleep, her complexion fair without makeup, lips red and teeth white.
She was dressed in house clothing, exuding an air of relaxed comfort.
Lewis Horton withdrew his gaze, glanced at the time, and said indifferently, "There's a meeting at ten, some business to take care of at three in the afternoon, and I'll come back for the dinner party."
Kiera nodded, "Then why haven't you left?"
Lewis cleared his throat and stood up, "Great Grandmother asked us to try on the formal dresses."
Kiera was slightly stunned, "Huh?"
