“Today marks my Grandma's death anniversary. Our family tradition is to rise early for the rituals.

Dad will be cooking breakfast, and Olivia is likely already up."

Laura was unaware of this tradition.

She became anxious, clumsily getting ready. She softly asked Edwin, “Is my presence here a bother?"

Edwin chuckled.

“After sharing my bed, you still wonder if you're a bother?"

With cheeks flushed, Laura quickly dressed. Slipping into a sweater, her black hair curled within, her complexion glowed. Edwin watched, unable to resist, and leaned in for a kiss. He softly said, “I'll head out to help. Join us after freshening up."

Laura nodded in agreement.

With a gentle smile, Edwin left the room.

Once alone, Laura hastened to get ready. Despite her nerves and clumsiness, she felt a deep contentment. What mattered more than being with the one she loved?

She stepped outside, prepared for the day.

Dawn was breaking, casting a gentle light over Evans Gardon, awakening it to life.

The kitchen buzzed with activity.

Mark was at the helm, preparing breakfast, with Olivia lending a hand, showcasing her affectionate side.

Edwin, ever helpful, joined in the preparations.

Laura greeted them.

Mark looked up, his expression warm.

“Good morning, Laura!"

Feeling a bit shy, Laura hummed her greeting, offering to help.

Edwin, however, suggested, “Why not water the marigolds in the yard?