"...I once challenged a swan to a staring contest because it looked smug."
"No regrets," Adelle murmured supportively.
Shen nodded solemnly. "Swans are very judgmental. I once lost a sandal to one."
Ava banged her fork against the table. "Can we please focus before Eva starts monologuing about soul contracts again?"
Eva fluffed her hair. "I do not monologue. I deliver emotionally resonant speeches."
Zach pointed. "That. That right there. You sound like a rejected soap opera audition."
"Because I was rejected," Eva snapped. "For being too compelling!"
Flynn Summers leaned toward his wife. "We really should've just gone to that silent retreat."
Lady Summers gave him a side-eye that could peel paint. "And miss this riveting emotional demolition? Not a chance."
