Breakfast

The smell of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries filled the grand dining hall of the Lyselle Manor as . The table was already set with an elaborate breakfast spread fluffy croissants, golden waffles, fresh fruit, and eggs cooked to perfection, all arranged with the precision of a Michelin-starred restaurant.

At the center of it all sat Helena Lyselle, sipping her espresso with the confidence of a queen ruling over her domain. Gerald Lyselle, her husband, sat beside her, looking mildly uncomfortable, as if he were mentally preparing himself for battle.

And then there was Amara who, despite living in this house her entire life, still found it ridiculous that breakfast looked like a royal feast every single morning. She yawned, stretching lazily as she took a seat beside Elara, who was still looking slightly overwhelmed by the sheer extravagance of it all.