“Sir, Miss Carlton has arrived,” the butler announced upon entering Victor Carlton's study.

Victor's face lit up with a warm smile. “Ah, show her in, of course! Does my own daughter need a formal introduction to see her father?” He chuckled.

The butler nodded hastily and stepped aside, allowing Miss Carlton to enter.

As she walked in, looking weary, Victor's expression softened. “Oh, Kathryn,” he sighed, concern etching his voice.

“It's Avery, Father,” she reminded him with an eye roll and a hint of amusement.

“Forgive me, dear,” Victor said, shaking his head. “How was your day at work?”

Avery dropped into the armchair, her shoulders relaxing. “It was productive....