A month later
Life had found a rhythm again.
A different one.
Quieter.
More structured.
Almost… predictable.
Lana sat across from Lena at a small table on the terrace, sunlight spilling gently over them as they enjoyed a late brunch. The twins were inside with the nanny, giving them a rare moment of uninterrupted sister time.
And they were using it exactly as expected.
Talking.
Laughing.
Gossiping.
“You know,” Lena said, stirring her coffee with a small smirk, “if someone had told me a few months ago that you—” she pointed her spoon at Lana for emphasis, “—would become a full-on corporate woman, I would have laughed in their face.”
Lana let out a soft laugh, shaking her head.
“Excuse me, I’ll have you know I’m thriving.”
“Oh, you are,” Lena agreed quickly, her eyes warm with
