Isabella stepped out of her room, stretching lazily as the morning sun poured through the hallway windows. She glanced around. No sign of Liam.
Her heels clicked against the polished floor as she made her way downstairs. The faint hum of conversation drifted from the kitchen, followed by a burst of laughter. She stepped inside and found Sophia giggling, her little hands clapping excitedly while Chef Maria worked at the stove. And beside them—Liam, sitting on the counter, a wooden spoon in hand, pretending to be deep in a serious cooking lesson.
Isabella leaned against the doorway, watching them. A small, rare smile touched her lips.
Sophia turned first, her eyes lighting up. "Aunt Belle!" She scrambled down from her seat, rushing over. Isabella crouched slightly, letting Sophia throw her arms around her neck.
Liam looked up, catching her gaze. "Morning, boss." His tone was teasing, but his eyes held something softer.
