Leora's breakfeast
As I followed Ciara down the grand hallway toward the dining room, my stomach grumbled in anticipation.
I was starving, but something told me this breakfast was going to be more than just food it felt like the beginning of another chaotic adventure, especially with Ciara's family involved.
Ciara had mentioned Leora being around, and knowing her, this morning was bound to be interesting.
When we stepped into the dining room, I had to stop for a second and blink. The spread on the table was absolutely breathtaking.
Every dish looked like it was straight out of a royal feast fluffy pancakes stacked high, golden-brown croissants, fresh fruit that practically glistened in the morning light, and eggs cooked in ways I didn't even know were possible.
There was even a pitcher of what looked like freshly squeezed juice, condensation beading down the glass.
"What in the world...?" I muttered, my eyes wide.