Sage pressed the bell of Katelyn’s apartment while hiding the flower bouquet behind him along with the gift bag. A few seconds later, the door opened, and Katelyn welcomed him into her apartment.
Sage walked in and removed his shoes before slipping his feet into the provided slippers while Katelyn led his way inside.
"Take a seat. I’ll bring water for you," Katelyn said, turning to face him.
"For you, Kate," Sage said, forwarding the bouquet of red roses to her. "And also this small gift," he murmured.
"Thank you," Katelyn accepted the gift from him while holding the bouquet too. "They are lovely. But don’t buy too many bouquets. Once the roses wither away, I have to throw them out," she muttered softly, a practical consideration mixed with her appreciation.
"Sure," he replied.
"Have a seat. I’ll be back soon," Katelyn replied, placing the red roses and the gift bag carefully on the coffee table. She then headed toward the kitchen, returning shortly with a glass of water for him presented neatly on a small tray.
"The Princess shouldn’t be burdened with such chores," Sage said, immediately rising to his feet again, gently intercepting the tray from her hands with a familiar gesture of chivalry.
Katelyn’s eyes twinkled with a hint of mischief. "Weren’t you the one who once loudly proclaimed that I was a spoiled, entitled princess?" she challenged, her eyebrow arching playfully.
"Well, you were," Sage admitted with a wry smile, placing the tray down. "You threw quite a lot of theatrical tantrums back then." He picked up the glass and sipped the water, quenching his thirst.
Katelyn naturally shifted their conversation to the upheaval in his family.
"How are your sisters doing? After what their mother did, they must be devastated, especially Zoey. She seemed to be extremely attached to their mother," Katelyn asked, her voice softening with genuine concern.
Sage leaned back, a heavy sigh escaping him. "They will come out of that betrayal; they’re strong girls. Also, to be fair, they were always aware of the strain in our home, and how their mother often treated me. So, they did have some idea that their mother wasn’t exactly... Maternal. But a mother is still a mother for her children. Dad mentioned that Zoey wasn’t taking her meals in the beginning, but things are starting to stabilize now."
"And what about Vance?" Katelyn probed gently, asking about his half-brother.
"Well, he’s still my half-brother," Sage answered. "Despite everything, I decided to extend a lifeline and offered to help him with some work. But so far, he hasn’t shown himself to claim the offer. I wonder where he has disappeared to," he mumbled, a flicker of suspicion crossing his face, suggesting Vance’s absence might be intentional.
"Maybe the truth was too much for him to handle. He might be wanting some space for himself," Katelyn remarked, trying to offer a charitable explanation for Vance’s absence.
"I think so," Sage agreed, accepting the possibility. He then changed the subject to a more immediate, cheerful topic. "Shall I order dinner?"
"No. I’ve made the dinner already. Let’s go then and have our supper," she pointed, already heading toward the dining room. Sage followed her lead and was immediately impressed by the scene: the elegant candle stand resting on the table’s center, illuminating many different dishes set out beautifully.

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