The next morning at Pearl Villa carried a warmth that had been missing for years.
Sunlight streamed gently through the kitchen windows, falling over the marble counter where Elena stood preparing breakfast. The soft aroma of fresh food filled the air, wrapping the house in a comforting calm.
Silvey stood beside her, sleeves slightly rolled, trying to help but mostly watching in admiration.
The sound of footsteps approached.
Miles walked in, stretching lightly, his expression relaxed.
"Something smells good."
Silvey turned toward him with a smile.
"Aunt's cooking is some magic."
Miles leaned against the counter, glancing at her with a teasing look.
"What are you doing in the kitchen, Miss foreign return?"
Silvey raised a brow.
"See who is talking. The secret chairman himself."
Miles chuckled softly, then turned toward Elena.
"Mom, you good?"
Elena smiled, her face glowing with quiet happiness.
"I am happy, dear. The home feels livelier."
