Dont read for now
oor to the presidential suite swung open with a soft, expensive sigh, and in walked Freya, a vision of gentle grace who looked like she'd accidentally wandered into a den of organized crime and was too polite to mention it.
"Everly, I'm so sorry you and Jeremy had to wait so long."
Everly waved a dismissive hand, a gesture that was utterly unconcerned with formalities.
"Please, don't worry about it. We're just chilling. It's not like we were about to defuse a bomb or anything."
Trailing behind Freya was Vanessa, whose expression was a masterclass in feigned casualness, as if she were merely here to deliver a casserole and not to investigate a potential conspiracy involving her four-year-old son.
And behind Vanessa, like a chaotic, adorable entourage, were her quadruplets, a small, giggling swarm of human-shaped energy.
