House Vale
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Early morning shone across the polished stone floors of Highgarden Manor, gleaming like poured honey through the crystal windows.
In the east-facing solarium, where the manor's heart met the garden, with the scent of fresh earth and flowerbeds, a long table had been set beneath a canopy of flowering vines.
Birds fluttered in the distance, their songs blending with the faint clink of porcelain and silver.
The morning tea had turned into a while lunch with lots of foods such as cream bread, pasta, and even burgers introduced by reincarnated heroes, yet, little had been eaten.
Serene sat at the head of the table, her posture regal, spine straight, maintaining a calm, composed Matriarch vibe.
Her gown was soft dove-gray silk, embroidered with threads of pale blue, and a chain of opals rested on her collarbone giving that wonderful view of cleavage, alas the man who needed to see this, aka, Alan, had been missing for a day.
