In the warm glow of morning, the scent of coffee and fresh bread wrapped the house kitchen like a comforting shawl. Lilly flipped a pancake onto a plate with practiced ease, her eyes flicking to Harry.

“Today’s lesson: Compliments,” she declared, sliding the plate across the table.

Harry clutched a dish towel, shifting on his feet. “Compliments?”

“Yes.” Lilly’s tone softened but remained firm. “Women like to feel seen. So today, you’ll tell Sarah she looks ...