That’s just how your Auntie Seraphine’s family operates
The banquet was in full swing, the air filled with laughter, clinking glasses, and the occasional sound of Rhiannon or Rowena babbling enthusiastically at their surroundings. Riley sat beside me, the twins balanced on her lap as they each attempted to grab at some shiny ornament on the table.
That's when the grand doors creaked open, and I turned to see Ciara and Aeliana entering, hand in hand, with their little girl walking confidently between them.
Her tiny horns curled delicately on her forehead, a subtle yet regal feature, and her black hair gleamed under the chandelier's light. Her crimson eyes were wide with curiosity as she took in the grand banquet hall, a mix of innocent wonder and an undeniable spark of mischief.
Ciara's usual commanding presence was softened by a sheepish expression, and Aeliana looked equally apologetic. The pair paused, glancing nervously around the room before walking forward with their daughter in tow.