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"No can do. My wife has been expecting you, and she's whipped up a feast. If you don't stay for dinner, she might not have a happy year."

They chatted as they made their way inside. As Clara stepped into the foyer, a familiar figure caught her eye.

Greta stood at the entrance, beaming in a festive cranberry wool dress, "Clara, happy holidays!"

Clara stopped in her tracks, staring at Greta in disbelief. Could it be that the relatives Marco mentioned were the Hayes family? Could it be that Grandma Rose and her kin were here on a family trip? With a surprised smile, Clara said, "Greta, your whole family aren't here, are they?"

Greta nodded with a smile, "Yes, indeed. This is Grandma Rose's childhood home. She hasn't been back in years, but this year, I was free, so I accompanied her."

Clara chuckled softly, "What a coincidence."

chatting away. "You have no idea. Grandma Rose has been busy in the kitchen all day after hearing you were

kitchen. Both ladies of the distinguished family had actually cooked for her. Clara

her face beam with joy as she nodded repeatedly, "Happy holidays, my dear Clara. May your year be smooth and

with a smile and embraced Marco's wife as well, "Ma'am, happy holidays." Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ (ꜰind)ɴʘvel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ

looked at Clara affectionately, "Why do you look so pale? Was the journey too

just overwhelmed with

"Look at Clara, such a charmer. You lot put together

it must have been hard these past months with Ryker. That boy hasn't been a bother,

been very well-behaved. He's been managing the club excellently. He's

and lan's guidance. This brat doesn't listen to anyone else, just