The dining table was warm with the smell of toast, butter, and Lucien’s pastries. Eva sat beside him, happily munching on her favorite, while Julian sat across, sipping on his coffee with the usual smugness.
Julien Frost
Didn’t expect you to show up this early. You trying to make the in-laws like you or something?
Lucien Hart
*turned to Eva's dad*
Lucien Hart
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t preparing for marriage already.
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