Davian and Lake already had their luggage sent to the mansion, so by the time they got home, their luggage had already been taken up.
There was a lot to say, but there was even more to do the next day. Lake was thoroughly jetlagged from the trip, so as soon as they got into the foyer, Davian swept him off his feet and stole him away.
Rosie wasn't surprised by this, hanging back while Davian started up the stairs. "Aren't you guys hungry?" She called after Davian.
She already had the kitchen stocked, she didn't cook often, but she could quickly prepare something for them both.
"We ate on the plane," Lake's response floated down.
That was satisfactory enough for Rosie, she slowly made her way up the stairs after them. She would also go to bed early, things were about to completely change for her.
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Rosie was woken up in the morning by the door to her room opening, Lake's bed-head poking in.