| 168 | Siobhan

Ayleen strode into the hall, her steps echoing lightly against the polished marble floors. Her eyes, a glimmering emerald, swept across the room until they settled on Charlotte, who stood near the dining table, fidgeting with the hem of her dress. The corner of Ayleen’s mouth lifted in a knowing smile, an expression mirrored in Azraiel’s amused gaze as he joined her.

“What’s going on?” Ayleen’s mental query to Azraiel was swift, her thoughts easily reaching out to him through their familial bond.

“Siobhan is coming over to meet Charlotte,” Azraiel replied mentally, a smile tugging at his lips as he glanced towards where Siobhan was expected to arrive. “She’s more nervous than usual.”

“She’s this stressed about meeting Siobhan?” Ayleen tilted her head slightly, eyebrows raised in mild surprise at her brother’s response.

Azraiel chuckled softly. “No, not just Siobhan. Aunt Caitlyn insisted on joining us as well.”