A Reborn Bride Pearl Emerging from Dust by Sally Garcia

Calliope was home before anyone even noticed she'd been gone.

Silas and the others were busy getting dinner ready in the kitchen, chopping and sautéing, everyone working together like a well-oiled machine.

Calliope popped her head in, acting like nothing was out of the ordinary.

"I'm back!" she called out, grinning.

Her brothers and Silas barely glanced up from their prep work. One was rinsing potatoes, another was slicing up a roast, someone else was stirring a pot on the stove. The whole scene could have come straight out of a movie-everyone pitched in, laughing and joking as they went.

"Let me help out!" Calliope said, grabbing an apron and tying it around her waist.

Silas looked up with a gentle smile. "No need, Callie. Why don't you relax in the living room? We've got this under control. Besides, with all the oil and smoke, you'll be better off out there."

Quentin nodded. "He's right. You'll just distract us with your culinary genius. How about you let us show off for once?"

asked, glancing over his shoulder. "Yep, all

to mention the trouble she'd just dealt with. It was Christmas Eve, after all, no point in ruining the mood with drama. Especially not with

her problem anymore, not since her grandfather told her

That guy just radiated bad news, and Calliope was fiercely protective

practically shooed her out, insisting the kitchen was their domain tonight. "Go grab some snacks and chill," they

couch and grabbed her phone. She scrolled through her group

Portia Sutton sent back a photo of her own family crowded into their kitchen, her dad carving a turkey while her siblings

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brothers and Sitas working together, flour everywhere, someone burning garlic in the

Your brothers and Mr. Myers are

amazing over there. Mind if I crash your

say

hoped Mavis

them for Christmas dinner.