Chapter 93

ESTELLE

I slept soundly and woke up in peace. One thing I learned and realized was nothing that a good talk could not solve a conflict.

I had breakfast with Jaymes, and damn, this man prepared breakfast for ten heads for American breakfast to Greek and Middle Eastern.

After freshening up, I found him packing baked goods into a box, which smelled divine, sugary, buttery, and vanilla.

“You don’t have to do that. I was already overwhelmed with the breakfast tray you prepared. Did you even sleep?”

“I always wake up at five and go to a farmers market. And the breakfast wasn’t even a lot.”

“Thanks so much, Pops.” I looked at Willa’s pajamas. “Can I take this home? I will return once it’s washed.”

“I’m even surprised you’re still wearing that. You can keep it.”

“It’s comfy. Thanks.”

“I will take this to your car.” He took the box wrapped in plastic with him. “Are you sure you don’t wanna call Qamar and drive you home?”

“No. I’m go