The sun poured softly through the colossal windows of the mansion, casting golden rays over the elegant furniture and marbled floors. Downstairs in the grand dining hall, Henry, Noah, Abraham, Natalie, and Lucas were sipping their morning tea when a maid timidly walked in, her face uncertain.
"Excuse me, sirs... Miss Silver isn't up yet. It's almost 10 a.m., and she hasn't stepped out of her suite."
The group exchanged looks, knowing well that Silver was anything but lazy. Natalie raised a brow in concern. "She never sleeps this late," she murmured.
Henry, with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, leaned back in his chair, stretched, and smirked like a villain from a classic soap opera. "Well, then, allow me the honor of waking Her Highness."
Noah rolled his eyes. "Henry, don't do anything stupid."
"No promises!" Henry grinned devilishly and started heading up the grand staircase two steps at a time.
