Amelie walked into the kitchen the next morning. Noah rested comfortably in Ashna's arms nearby while the household stirred with quiet activity. Amelie's mother also joined her at the counter to help her. Several maids moved around them, preparing fruits, bread, and tea for breakfast.
Rolling up her sleeves, Amelie picked up a spatula and gently pressed it against the omelette sizzling in the pan.
"Mom, when are you and Dad planning to go to Zander's house to meet his parents?"
Samyra was arranging sliced vegetables on a plate. Without looking up, she replied calmly, "Your father and I were actually discussing that. We've decided that you and Prince Gabriel should come along with us. Your presence will be important when we finalize the arrangements for Flora's marriage."
Amelie's hand paused mid-movement. A faint crease appeared on her forehead as she flipped the omelette.
