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The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the familiar walls as you stepped inside. The air was thick with tension. From upstairs came the sound of raised voices, followed by a slammed door. Silence hung in the air until the sharp click of heels echoed through the house. And then there she was. Fiona descended the staircase, a storm still lingering in her bitter expression. But as her eyes landed on you, something shifted—an amused smirk tugging at her lips. “Well, well, well. Looks like Delia went out of her way to make you feel at home. She called, I assume?”