Tuesday morning brought a lightweight atmosphere to the dining room of the Thorne mansion.
Warm morning sunlight streamed through the high arched windows, illuminating the table where the children chatted animatedly over their breakfast. Their voices overlapped in a bright blur of excitement, already discussing the upcoming school day and the festive activities being planned for the fast-approaching Christmas season.
Meanwhile, Gianna sat back, idly stirring her breakfast tea. A bittersweet thought crossed her mind: I want all of this… I want this entire Club nightmare resolved before Christmas Day. She silently sent the wish up as a prayer, then let out a self-deprecating laugh under her breath.
She wasn't exactly a devoutly religious person. But during a crisis like this, a part of her just desperately wished there was a higher power up there willing to step in and straighten out the pieces.
