Owned by the Triplet Alphas
Crystal glasses shimmered in the light, and a bottle of chilled wine waited in a carved bucket of ice.
She sat down slowly, still processing everything. “You really did all this for me?”
“Of course we did,” Reynold said as he lifted the lid from her plate, revealing a delicate arrangement of grilled salmon, seasoned vegetables, and perfectly baked bread rolls. “You’re not just our Luna. You’re ours.”
They ate together under the stars, and for the first time in what felt like ages, Ingrid felt light again. Every little worry, the rumors, the whispers, the shadows of past mistakes, faded under the warmth of their company. The triplets made sure of it.
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