Eden Grace

"What's happening here?!" Grandpa’s booming voice echoed off the walls, heavy with authority. "What was that sound?”

His sharp, storm-gray eyes immediately swept over the floor, locking onto the sharp, glittering porcelain shards scattered between us before rising to fix on Freya and Eden.

Behind him, subtle murmurs broke out among the gathered relatives as they took in the scene.

Freya was visibly trembling, her skin deathly pale as her eyes remained glued to the sleek camera pen in Eden's hand. Panic choked her throat.

Traumatized by the sudden realization that every single word and action had been captured, she couldn't even assemble a proper lie.

"I... I..."...