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...
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