Uncle Davis and Lynn had been carted off to the pack's maximum containment prison. Of course, word of the scandal had spread throughout the entire palace and pack. Frankly, it was quite annoying to hear the maids and servants gossiping about it at every turn.
However, despite the loud buzz, the house felt strangely peaceful. A sort of serenity that never would've been possible if those two hadn't been caught. The air felt clean— clean enough for me to draw deep breaths of air without scowling.
It was beginning to feel like a home I would love to build a family with Waverly in.
Of course, there were still some hitches. Celine and my unborn child; Julian and his schemes; as well as Waverly's foster parents. I was still stumped on how to go about those matters, but perhaps I could enjoy the peace for now.
"And don't forget the ball in two days." Vane reminded me at the back of my mind.
