Chapter Eleven

As Robbin left, I took a deep breath. Now it was my turn to prepare for work, and I had less than three hours before my meeting with a client. Just as I was mentally listing all the tasks I had to complete, Aunt Linda's voice called from the kitchen.

"Why aren't you ready for work?" she asked, her hands full with ingredients for breakfast. "Hurry now, go get yourself ready, and I'll make something quick to eat."

"Thanks, Auntie," I replied, grateful as always. I rushed upstairs and quickly took my bath then changed into a pair of fitted trousers and a jacket I'd designed myself.

When I returned to the dining room, Ethan was already at the table, looking as lively as ever despite just waking up.

"Good morning, Mommy!" he chirped, his little British accent making the words sound so endearing.

"Good morning, sweetheart," I replied, kissing the top of his head as I sat down. "Did you sleep well?"

"Yeah," he nodded enthusiastically. "But... where's Uncle Robbin? He promised to