[Jay's POV]
If Day 4 was about the "Heat," Day 5 was a total System Overload. The Watson Estate didn't just lose its quiet; it lost its mind.
By noon, the roar of a high-performance engine announced the arrival of the only person who could out-chaos the entire Watson squad. The front doors didn't just open; they were practically kicked in.
"WHERE IS MY LIL SIS?!"
Angelo, my favorite "Kuya" (older brother) in the world, stood in the foyer looking like a movie star who had just survived a tornado. And hanging off his back, draped in a neon pink boa and holding a bubble gun, was Lia.
"KUYA ANGELO!" I screamed from the top of the stairs, forgetting every ounce of "Empress" decorum Keifer had tried to teach me.
The Chaos Synchronization
I didn't walk down the stairs; I slid down the mahogany banister. Keifer, who was walking out of the library with a serious-looking tablet in his hand, froze mid-step.
"Jay! The friction coefficient on that wood is—"
Too late. I landed at the bottom, and within seconds, Lia and I were a whirlwind of jumping, spinning, and screeching. Angelo scooped me up in a massive bear hug, swinging me around while Lia started firing bubbles at everyone.
"Whoa, easy there, Watson-to-be!" Angelo laughed, ruffling my hair until it looked like a bird's nest. "I leave you alone for a month and you go and schedule a wedding in seven days? Do you know how much I had to bribe my pilot to get us here this fast?"
"It's a Watson emergency, Kuya!" I giggled, grabbing Lia's bubble gun and aiming it directly at Keifer's expensive charcoal suit.
The Bewildered Protectors
Keifer walked toward us, dodging a stream of bubbles. He looked at Angelo, then at me—now wearing the pink boa—and then at Lia, who was currently trying to see if she could fit Keiran's skateboard into the elevator.
"Angelo," Keifer said, his voice a mixture of "I'm glad you're here" and "Please take control of this situation."
"Don't look at me, Keifer," Angelo replied, leaning against a marble pillar and watching the chaos with a grin. "When Jay and Lia sync their frequencies, the laws of physics and social etiquette officially cease to exist. They aren't just a duo; they're a glitch in the Matrix."
Lia suddenly grabbed my hand. "JAY! I heard the kitchen is currently a testing ground for a 10-tier chocolate cake. If we don't go there right now, the frosting might get lonely!"
"ABSOLUTELY NOT!" I shouted. "LAST ONE TO THE KITCHEN IS A KALE SALAD!"We bolted. We didn't run; we scrambled, our laughter echoing off the $100\%$-pure marble walls. We nearly knocked over a tray of crystal glasses held by a terrified waiter, and I'm pretty sure we ran right over Bridget, who was standing in the hallway looking like she'd seen a ghost.The "Fond" Observations
Keifer and Angelo followed the trail of bubbles and discarded sequins to the kitchen. They found us in a state of absolute mayhem. I was sitting on the high-end marble island, feeding Lia macaron samples, while Lia was trying to "decorate" my forehead with edible gold leaf.
"Look, Kuya! I'm an Egyptian Queen!" I shouted, pointing to the gold on my face.
"You're a mess, Jay-Jay," Angelo laughed, though his eyes were warm. He looked at Keifer. "Look at her. I haven't seen her this 'online' since the office disaster. You did good, Watson."Keifer didn't answer. He just walked over to the island, ignoring the flour on the floor and the bubbles in the air. He stepped between my knees, his hands finding my waist to steady me. He didn't stop the fun; he just looked up at me with that deep, $100\%$ indulgent "Watson" gaze.
"Are you finished with the quality control, Empress?" he murmured.
"Lia says we need more sprinkles, Keif!" I said, shoving a piece of cake toward his mouth. "Try it! It's the protocol!"
Keifer actually took a bite, his eyes never leaving mine. He wiped a smudge of gold leaf off my cheek with his thumb, his touch sending a jolt through me that was even stronger than the sugar rush.
"It's acceptable," he whispered, his voice dropping into that low, possessive frequency. "But I think the primary user is becoming a bit too hyperactive. Analysis, Angelo?
"Diagnosis: They're both insane," Angelo said, pulling Lia away from the whipped cream dispenser. "But they're our kind of insane."
Keifer leaned in, kissing my frosting-covered nose. The CEO and the Kuya stood there, two of the most powerful men in the city, completely surrendered to the chaotic, sparkling, cake-covered energy of the two girls they loved most.