A Night They Would Never Forget
Grant’s mansion, usually cold and cavernous, flickered to life the moment they arrived.
The housekeeper, Mrs. Porter, stared in astonishment as the four tiny guests entered, bundled in blankets.
“These are Ava, June, Lila, and Beth,” Grant announced. “They’re my guests. Prepare hot baths and a warm dinner. Something comforting.”
“Yes, sir,” Mrs. Porter said, already hurrying.
That night, the long dining table—built for twenty but rarely used—saw more life than it had in years.
Four sisters in oversized pajamas devoured spaghetti, roasted chicken, and chocolate ice cream, their eyes bright with wonder and relief.
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