Billionaire Romance: Mine Tonight
The morning dissolved into flour covered chaos Charlotte precisely measuring ingredients while lecturing about proper technique, James creating abstract cookie shapes that bore no resemblance to intended forms, Damien mediating between perfectionist six year old and enthusiastic three-year-old.
“This is chaos,” Damien observed, wiping flour from James’s face for the third time.
“This is family tradition,” Seraphine corrected, photographing the mess for future blackmail purposes. “Chaotic but ours.”
By noon, they had three dozen cookies in various shapes and levels of structural integrity. Charlotte arranged them on a special plate designated “FOR SANTA” with elaborate precision.
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