"You must be Sophia?"
The first words came from Nancy.
She was dressed elegantly in deep green, a shawl draped across her shoulders. Her looks were so well preserved that she could've passed for a woman in her thirties.
Next to her stood Anthony, looking no older than forty—strikingly handsome, with features that echoed Lucas's.
For a moment, Sophia forgot how to breathe.
Just then, six little figures came bustling out of the kitchen.
Angela carried a tray of fruit, Charles followed behind with desserts. One after another, the kids darted around, busy as bees.
"Mommy, you're back!"
Sophia blinked. When had her six little ones learned the basics of hosting like this?
"Uncle, Auntie, hello. I'm Sophia."
Nancy's face stayed stern as her eyes swept over Sophia from head to toe. "Lucas never told us he was getting married. We only found out when we saw the posters overseas. So we rushed back overnight."
