Chapter 18 Who Is She?

• The pair of grandfather and grandson gracefully made their way through the ornate halls of the mansion. Finn, with a twinkle in his eye, confidently chose a seat next to Olivia, his heart racing at the thought of her company. Cathleen, trying her best to blend in as the supposed wife, sat beside her pretend husband. She eagerly began to serve food to the plate of the elderly Mr. Knight, placing a bowl of his favorite soup in front of him.
• Xavier, ever the gentleman, did not serve himself but instead patiently waited for Cathleen to do so for him as well. Confusion flickered across Cathleen's features as she glanced at Xavier, but he remained composed and simply gestured for her to serve him as well. She couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation, looking between the two men with amusement and disbelief.
• "Oh, Father, you know Xavi can be such a sweet little boy sometimes." She deftly grabbed a china plate from the table, her fingers grazing the edges as she balanced it in one hand. With the other hand, she scooped up a generous serving of eggs and bacon, the aroma wafting through the air. She smiled warmly and said, "If I don't put food out for him, he just can't eat. He's too demanding, you know." With a sharp clatter, she tossed the porcelain dish onto the table, placing the plate in front of Xavier, a wicked smirk twisting her lips as she turned to face her husband. Behind her, an elderly man chuckled and shook his head at the couple's playful banter.