Freya smiled warmly, visibly relieved her cousin-in-law wasn't fuming over the delay. Everly—who normally hoarded food like a dragon guarding treasure—made a rare generous gesture, sweeping her hand toward the remaining cakes like a gracious hostess. Never mind they were in a public cafe.
"Make yourself at home! Pick whatever you want, don't be shy~"
She said this while demolishing another slice. Freya waved her hands frantically.
"No no, I'll buy my own!"
She practically sprinted to the counter, leaving Everly chewing thoughtfully, eyes tracking her cousin-in-law's hasty retreat.
While Freya agonized over the cake display, Everly's mind drifted back three days to Jeremy's briefing.
--- Back to 3 days ago ---
Jeremy had pulled out Freya's folder, scanning the contents.
