Aveline stared at her fingers, bored out of her mind as she waited to be told the point of this gathering.
She would much rather be on her phone, returning the call from the Maldives art gallery.
The atmosphere changed, and it didn't take her long to figure out why as she sniffed Atlas scent in the air.
She looked up and saw him descending the staircase.
"Let's make a bet, babies. How long until your father pisses me off? I bet ten seconds," she said internally.
He made it down, and went straight to sit next to Freya who was chatting away on her phone.
Aveline watched as Freya paused what she was doing to indulge him.
"Hey, you want some freshly squeezed juice?" She asked him.
"If freshly squeezed juice gets this ugliness off my ankles, then sure."
She smiled. "It'll be off soon."
"Not with that character, it won't," Aveline said in her mind.
"Seth says hello, by the way."
"How is he doing? Why isn't he here?"
