Chapter 120 Sunday Brunch

• The sound of cutlery clanking off plates against porcelain echoed in the sunny dining room while the sound of the garden fountain could be heard through the opened patio doors. It was a beautiful Sunday morning.
• Quin played with the food on her plate, barely hearing her mother, Martha, excitedly discussing rumors from the recent charity ball. At the other side of the table, Douglas, with his perfectly ironed linen shirt buttoned loosely at the collar, was reading the weekend newspaper over a cup of black coffee.
• He looked relaxed and comfortable in his role.