Chapter 581

That morning, the Barrett residence came alive once more with the hum of conversation, bursts of laughter, and the comforting aroma of breakfast drifting from the kitchen. Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, brushing the dining table in soft shades of gold.

Camilla had been in the kitchen since early, a light cardigan draped over her house dress. Her hair was neatly twisted up. Even in her