Aveline opened her eyes the next morning, and jolted upright when her gaze stumbled on something strange.
"Good morning to you too, Mrs Sinclair!" Freya laughed, pointing at her astonished eyes.
"Are you surprised to see us on your bed instead of your beloved?" Riley asked.
She breathed out, and even chuckled. "Jesus Christ, you two."
"Atlas is discussing business with his father, so he asked us to help you pack your things."
"And bring you breakfast," Freya added.
"Pack my things?" Her eyes widened. "Why?"
Freya laughed again, as she rose to her feet and walked over to the table she kept the tray containing Aveline's breakfast.
"Ave, do you realize this isn't really our personal house?" Riley was left to explain to her.
"Uhmm, what do you mean?"
"I mean Atlas has his own house, and so do the rest of us cousins. We only come here when there is a major event that requires everyone to be home. Or if we just feel like being here. Didn't you come from Atlas house?"
