As they neared the table, Dahlia looked up, her expression soft but discerning. “Good morning,” she greeted smoothly. “You all took your time.”
Maya smiled first. “Good morning, Aunt Dahlia.” She leaned forward and gave her a quick peck on the cheek.
Dahlia leaned forward in return, resting her head briefly against Maya’s and pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. Gently taking her hand in hers, she smiled warmly. “Maya, sweetheart, please sit beside me.”
Maya settled into the seat beside her, a small smile lingering on her lips.
“Morning, Mom,” Damien said, leaning down to kiss Dahlia’s cheek before taking the seat beside Maya.
“Son,” Dahlia replied softly, a flicker of pride in her eyes.
Her gaze returned to Maya. “Did you have a good rest, dear?”
A faint flush crept up Maya’s cheeks
