Zephyr shot her a skeptical glance. "Then why is he still blowing up your phone asking for a replacement? Two days straight— and you haven't replied to at least one of his messages?"
Shantel tossed her curls over her shoulder, smirking. "Elsa's attention isn't something you can demand whenever you feel like it. You, dear Zeph, are just lucky. Just because you see me every day doesn't mean others can."
Zephyr scoffed and unlocked the door. "Yes, Your Majesty. Thank you for the rare honor."
Before Shantel could fire back, a voice called from inside
"What are you two still bickering about at this hour?" Mercy's exasperated tone rang from the dining table. "At this rate, the food will be stone cold before you even take a bite."
Shantel's grin widened as she stepped inside. "Mercy, darling," she sang, crossing the room with effortless grace. She leaned down and kissed Mercy's cheek, earning a half-hearted glare. "Forgive our lateness. We were drowning in work today."
