Slater's laughter echoed across the manor as he slapped the table. The twins giggled beside him, covering their lips with their tiny hands—hands that did absolutely nothing to muffle their gleeful chuckles.
As for Lola, her face was as red as an apple. She drew a deep breath, swallowing her embarrassment like a hard pill.
I wish… this ground would open up now and swallow me, she winced inwardly, touching her head.
Her eyes drifted to where Atlas sat, only to catch the black panther resting near his feet. And sitting atop the panther's back—like some sort of tiny overlord—was the white cat.
"Mommy is so cute," Chacha giggled, making Lola turn to her. "When you threw that dummy, it was so pathetic… but cute."
Second chuckled beside her. "Mommy, it's okay. You didn't know it was Renny."
"Sis, you should've—ha! Ha! Ha!" Slater wheezed, unable to finish his sentence as he practically died from laughter.
