It was Sunday morning. Athena stood in her room before the large mirror, fastening the last button on her soft cream blouse.
The sunlight filtered through the gauzy curtains, spilling gold across the floor and onto the white rug where her heels waited. From the adjoining room came the sounds of laughter—her twins getting ready with the help of the Gianna.
She smiled faintly, her heart swelling as she adjusted her earrings and gave herself one final once-over.
The door opened behind her, and Ewan stepped in, his presence immediately grounding her. His sleeves were rolled up, his watch gleaming. He looked as effortlessly put together as always.
"You're up early," he said, his voice warm, with that teasing lilt that never failed to make her smile.
"So are you," she replied, turning to face him.
He crossed the room, hands sliding into his pockets, eyes lingering on her face. "I'm coming with you."
