↳ ❝ I GET IT, MY PARENTS DIED—CAN WE TALK ABOUT SOMETHING ELSE NOW?❞
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Maeve Jarmon was determined to ensure a smooth transition for her siblings as they moved. The past year has been proven tumultuous with her parents' death. Maeve received the news while managing her law firm in Boston, the distance of 2000 miles only intensified the ache in her heart. So, she went on her sabbatical to act as Levi and Lovette's guardian in L.A. until they turned 18.
For the most part, things were going smoothly for the three Jarmon siblings—save for their flight's delay. Levi and Lovette's room had been prepared in the house that Maeve inherited from their parents. It was a colossal house, far too large for a single person. Instead of providing comfort, it only served as a constant reminder of her loneliness in her siblings' absence. Alongside the house, their parents had also managed to pay off the mortgage and left her a substantial sum of money, enough for her to not work for years without any issues. Maeve decided to continue working anyways, using the money to pay her siblings' college tuition. While Maeve had excess to her share of the inheritance, the twins did not. Their parents' will explicitly stated that Levi and Lovette couldn't access their share of the inheritance or the properties until they turned 28. Levi and Lovette didn't mind, because they knew their older sister would take care of them.
The move-in day started without a hitch. Levi and Lovette arrived at their new house around 4 pm, and it took the movers three hours to transport their belongings. While they had left the majority of their furniture back in L.A. (Maeve had used a sizable amount of her inheritance to furnish their rooms), most of their clothes still needed to be moved. As the evening quickly turned into night, exhaustion took over the three Jarmon siblings, and they dozed off on the couch, watching a movie.
With the morning sun casting a gentle glow through the open windows of the living room, Maeve stirred from her slumber, her focus shifting to preparing a delightful breakfast. Humming a cheerful tune, she expertly flipped slices of bread on the sizzling pan. In celebration of their fresh start, she had chosen to make their all-time favourite—French toast. A hint of worry flickered across Maeve's mind, fearing that she might have gone overboard with the cooking. However, any lingering doubts dissipate as she glanced up to see her brother and sister entering the room.
"I made breakfast!" Maeve exclaimed with infectious excitement, deftly transferring the golden-brown toast from the pan onto a waiting plate. With swift movements, Maeve began setting the table, her gaze filled with fondness as Lovette and Levi joined in to help. It was a silent exchange, a comforting silence, as they worked together like a well-oiled machine, completing the task of setting the table. Their smiles and lively conversations hung in the air as they finally took their seats. As they began to eat, Maeve's stomach churned with nerves, knowing she had something important to discuss with Lovette.
