Chapter 52

Freya’s P.O.V Peeking through the kitchen window, I took a glance at the quadruplets who ran around with bubbles floating around them, their laughter echoing in the yard. The gardener watered the flowers, a soft grin spreading across his face as he playfully popped a drifting bubble. Amusement lingered in his expression for a moment before he refocused on the task at hand.