Jamie nodded eagerly, still grinning.
Eleanor’s voice chimed in warmly. “Alfred, bring out some fresh pancakes and scrambled eggs for Maya. And squeeze some fresh orange juice too—it’s a good source of vitamin C.”
“Right away, Madam,” Alfred replied, bowing slightly before slipping off to carry out her orders.
Damien raised a brow, a hint of teasing in his tone. “Wait—only for her? Freshly squeezed orange juice sounds pretty good.”
“Oh, hush!” Eleanor said, a playful glint in her eyes. “You know where the kitchen is. In fact, I think you should be the one picking oranges for Maya.”
Charles chuckled. “You should see your grandmother’s garden this year—full of oranges!”
Dominic leaned toward Dahlia, softening. “That’s right. I picked some for your mom this morning, didn’t I, sweetheart
