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September 7, 1993

Okay, you got this, Mia. You’re in a foreign country, far from your family and home, on your first day of college. This is your life now, and it’s no big deal. You’re an adult now, capable of handling whatever comes your way. Just avoid showing your vulnerability.

Amid the busy sounds of Trinity College Dublin, 18-year-old Mia Caloway pondered. As she stood outside the imposing, ivy-covered gates, she breathed deeply to steady her shaking hands. The refreshing morning air kissed her fair skin and strawberry-blonde hair, carrying a subtle scent of rain and blooming flowers. Her heart fluttered with excitement and nerves, an unfamiliar yet exhilarating feeling.

The ancient buildings in front of her shone in Dublin’s soft sunlight, reflecting tales of the past. Students hurried past around her, their voices blending into an excited symphony. Some students laughed loudly, clutching their books, while others adjusted their backpacks. The vibrant green lawns stretched before her, symbolizing tradition and new beginnings at the college. The soft echo of the college tower’s bells chimed, marking the beginning of a new chapter in her life, adding to the sense of anticipation. Her green eyes darted around, observing the students’ chatter, the city’s distant hum, and the welcoming banners.

Her mind raced with doubts: Would she fit in? Could she handle being so far from her family’s comfort? Though doubts crept in, Mia set aside her nerves and reminded herself that today marked the beginning of her independence and the opportunity to create her own legacy.

Then, without warning, a familiar voice broke her focus. Elena Vitocotti’s cheerful British-Italian accent brought her back to the present. Her bright brown eyes sparkled with mischief and affection as she waved a hand in front of Mia’s face.

“Mia? Mia? Hello? Earth to Mia?”

Recovering from her trance, Mia gave a look of reassurance to Elena, her best friend since childhood. “Sorry, I got distracted, but I got this now.” She said with her voice gaining a bit more confidence.

“Come on, Mia! We’re already late for orientation if we don’t hurry! We’ve gone over it a million times. You may seem small, but you are fierce—since day one. You’ve got this. Let’s go!” Elena grabbed Mia’s arm and led the way.

“Absolutely, no pressure at all.” Mia and Elena were like sisters—connected by their unique language, shared history, and unwavering support. Both from upper-class backgrounds, they often felt out of place among others, but in each other’s presence, they discovered a deep sense of belonging and understanding.

As they moved inward, passing by groups of students sharing stories and exchanging phone numbers. Mia cast one final glance back at the gates with a flutter of anticipation stirring within her. Could she, the youngest child and only daughter of a prominent Mancunian businessman, genuinely thrive and flourish beyond the shadow of her father? His reputation loomed over her, much like the impressive architecture of Trinity College. Her heartbeat quickened as she recalled her father’s ambitions for her; he expected her to excel in school, achieve academic success, and eventually marry a like-minded businessman. She was destined for greatness, yet questioned if that future matched her father’s plans.

And that was when she first saw him.

A lively, upbeat tune filled the air, infusing the surroundings with its joyful dance. Mia’s heart quickened as the sounds grew louder and more captivating, and she had to know who made that beautiful medley. Her feet unconsciously followed the rhythm, leading her around the corner.

There he was. 

Sitting on a bench, with his legs crossed and his guitar nestled in his lap, was a young man around her age, strumming his guitar with captivating ease. His dark blonde hair falling over his eyes caught Mia’s attention, adding to his mysterious allure. He sang a song about a broken heart, which contrasted with Mia’s current emotions. 

He was too perfect, too alluring, too unattainable.

Mia’s breath hitched as their eyes met, and she felt a jolt—like electricity. His eyes, blue like the ocean, held a secret she could only dream of knowing. Her heart raced as she thought, Oh my goodness, he’s perfect. She couldn’t help but wonder if he could be real. But he was, and he was here, sitting right there, in the same place as her.

His music washed over her like a soothing balm, causing her heart to skip a beat. An irresistible force pulled her into his world, a magnetic attraction she couldn’t resist. Past experiences with boys made Mia hesitant; she received warnings that the boy was too perfect and out of reach, but then his eyes met hers, stirring her curiosity. At that moment, she felt something that made her want to dive deeper, to understand the depths of his intrigue. Her worries melted away, and all that remained was a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, they could be more than just a chance meeting.

The music halted with one last strum, and the boy raised his head, breaking the spell. He flashed her a smile as if to acknowledge her presence, causing her heart to skip another beat. She couldn’t help but smile back, and after what felt like an eternity, he finally spoke.

“You like what you hear?” His smooth Irish accent flowed like a gentle breeze on a rainy day. Mia couldn’t help but nod in response, her eyes widening in surprise.

“I hope you liked it, my little bird. I’m Alexander Byrne, but everyone calls me Xander for short.” He said, extending his hand. Mia looked at his hand, feeling a twinge of anxiety. She was already too far out of her comfort zone, and he was the poster boy for what she should stay away from. However, there was something about him she just couldn’t resist. Could it be his confidence, his voice, his smile, or a combination of all three?

“I’m Mia. Mia Caloway. I come from Manchester.”

“Manchester, huh? So you’re from England. Sounds nice.” Mia sat down next to him. “I live in Kinsealy. It’s just outside Dublin, only a bus ride away. What brought you here?”

A pang of sadness tugged at Mia’s heart as memories of home flooded her mind, the place where her roots were deeply entrenched and her family lived—but she quickly pushed those feelings aside.

“I needed to get out of my comfort zone. You see, my family in England is a pretty big deal. They’re the second-wealthiest family in Manchester and are very well-known in various industries, especially in the business world. I’m studying business administration so I can continue that family legacy, but I had to get away from the constant media attention, and I wanted to make my own choices and do something for myself. So, I thought I should study abroad, and my parents agreed.”

“So, you’re leaving home to find yourself?”

With a glimmer of hope shining in her eyes, Mia nodded. “Yeah, I suppose so. I feel a bit out of place, though, but I have Elena here for support.” She pointed to her best friend, who was flirting with a couple of boys nearby. “We’ve been very close friends since we were nine years old, and she’s going to be studying in the drama program. She’s outgoing, ambitious, and she’s serious about becoming an actress.”

“Sounds like you’ve already found your people,” Xander said. “My upbringing is a bit more on the modest side. My parents were part of an Irish showband—my dad played guitar, and my mum was a singer. They traveled the country and even did a European tour throughout the ‘60s and ‘70s, and my older sister even got to travel with them when she was little. It went on until I was born, when they took a break from performing to focus on raising their kids.”

“Oh, wow! Music must run in the family, then."

“Aye, it runs in my family, but for me, music has always been my escape,” Xander admitted. “Rose, my sister, grew up to be a brilliant singer like our mum, and she sometimes performs with our parents when they started performing again a few years ago. My dad taught me how to play guitar when I was 10, and I’ve been writing songs since I was 13. I’m taking music studies here so I can become even better. My dream is to make it in the music scene someday, maybe even perform on the same stages as my parents once did. So, I guess we’re both chasing big dreams—just in different ways.”

Mia’s eyes sparkled with curiosity and admiration. “That’s so inspiring. I’ve always admired musicians—there’s something magical about how they can connect with people through music. I hope you get there someday.”

Xander grinned, a hint of shyness blending with pleasure. “Thanks, Mia. I hope your business dreams come true too. Maybe one day, you’ll be running your own company right here in Dublin—or Manchester.”

They savoured a peaceful moment amidst the city sounds and Trinity College’s chimes. In that fleeting moment, everything was perfect, signaling the start of a new and exhilarating journey.

Suddenly, Elena’s voice cut through their reminiscing with her usual bubbly energy. “Mia! Come on, or we’ll be late for orientation! As for you, Mister Musician, you better stop serenading strangers and get moving!”

Xander chuckled. “Looks like I’ve got to let you go for now. But I’ll be around. Maybe I’ll show you around campus later?”

“Definitely. I’ll be looking out for you.”

“Hey, no worries, lass. Thanks for listening.” He replied, his eyes dancing with laughter. As Elena tugged her friend away, Mia turned back for one more glance at the Irishman. Xander watched her go, a knowing smile on his face, before he strummed another tune on his guitar as she disappeared into the crowd.

Mia took a deep breath, feeling her heart race with eager anticipation. She couldn’t stop thinking about that boy, that charm she’d felt, and couldn’t shake the feeling that she’d just met someone special—someone who might become a part of her new chapter. Was he the one for her? Only time would tell, marking the beginning of a memorable story.

“You’re smitten with that boy, aren’t you?” Elena teased, with a hint of mischief in her voice. “I can see why; he’s really cute, isn’t he?”

“What? No! I just… I don’t know. Maybe…” Mia’s cheeks flushed, feeling a wave of embarrassment at being caught.

“Well, he took an interest in you, and it’s clear you two have chemistry,” Elena grinned. “So, what’s his name again?”

“Umm… Xander Byrne,” said Mia, trying but failing to hide her giddiness. “And he’s cute, and I mean really cute, and I’ll be seeing him more often…”

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June 26, 1997 

Reflecting on the changes since graduation a week ago, a lot has changed over the past three-and-a-half years. For the now 21-year-old Mia, her experiences at Trinity College Dublin were a journey of self-discovery. She had gone from a quiet and introverted girl to a confident and outgoing young woman who’s ready to take on the world. She faced both academic and personal challenges during her time there. When she first arrived in Ireland, she was a nervous and homesick girl who had to grow up quickly and be independent, but over time, she would fall in love with Ireland and its vibrant culture. She got along well with her classmates and made a few friends (and future business partners) along the way, and she even found a steady job at a little bookshop near the college, so it was easier for her to pay for her tuition, and she found that job to be quite peaceful and comforting.

Looking ahead, Mia views her future endeavours with optimism. She is ready to face the world head-on, with the support of her best friend, Elena. She knows that no matter what happens, she’ll have someone to turn to and rely on. The blossoming romance with Xander significantly enriched Mia’s life. After starting as close friends, Mia's and Xander’s relationship turned romantic. Their connection was strong, but it was never easy, and they had to work hard to keep their relationship afloat. Despite challenges, their love and dedication helped them overcome obstacles.

Tonight, she sat in a cozy pub located outside Dublin city centre, the one Mia and Xander often frequented. Engrossed in conversation, reminiscing about their time at college, they shared future aspirations, their favorite drinks, and exchanged fond memories.

“Mia, can I just say that you’re so much luckier than I am with finding a boyfriend?” Elena asked with a playful glare. “I just can’t seem to find someone who’s right for me.”

“Hey, I don’t know about that. I’ve had my fair share of challenges, and it wasn’t easy,” Xander said. “But I’m glad we found each other.”

“I agree with you there, love,” Mia said as she reached for his hand. “Elena, I hope you’ll find someone special someday.” 

“I will, but I’m not in a hurry. I’ve had my fair share of lads coming up to me to ask for my number, but none of them have made me feel the way you and Xander have,” Elena said with a wink, and her smile grew bigger as she recalled being chatted up by a guy who thought he was some kind of big shot because he’s an American. “With that out of the way, what’s next for you two? Are you going to marry each other?”

“Elly!” Mia laughed, throwing her hands up in the air in protest. “We’ve only been together for three years! This is not the time to talk about marriage! We still need time to think about it.”

“Aww, come on, Mia! You know I’m just messing with you. But seriously, I really want to know what’s next for you two.” Elena’s eyes danced with mischief. “We’ve been through a lot together, and I just want to make sure we all stay close.”

“We will, love. We will,” Xander said with a smile, knowing that it was what they both desired. He continued pursuing music during his college years, playing in local bars and cafes, as well as writing his own music in between classes and delivering pizzas. He pursued his passion for music with all his heart, making it his dream.

As for Elena, she excelled in the drama program, acting in many plays in local theatres during the summer breaks. Elena’s favorite role was as Titania in Trinity’s production of A Midsummer Night’s Dream two years ago, which earned her stellar reviews. Although she was talented and driven, her genuine passion had always been acting. Acting was the only thing she could see herself doing, and the sole source of true happiness for her.

Mia envisions creating a unique business venture distinct from her family’s established department store chain, aiming to leave her own legacy in the business world. However, she is still undecided about the specific type of business she wants to pursue. While her business administration degree provided knowledge and structure, she was still searching for a specific niche. She knew she wanted to create something unique, free from the influence of her family’s empire.

“Well, for me,” Mia began, taking a sip of her beer, “I’m still figuring out my ideal business. I know I want to do something creative, something that will bring people joy. Not just selling things, you know? Maybe something with design, or even a small gallery.” She trailed off, a thoughtful expression on her face. “It feels overwhelming, to be honest. Especially with… well, with everything else going on.”

“Everything else?” Elena inquired gently, knowing exactly what Mia was hinting at.

“My dad, of course. He’s already talking about my ‘future’ and how I need to be ‘sensible’ and consider marrying someone in the same class as us. Someone who won’t sully our ‘good name’ or bring shame to us.” She rolled her eyes at the mention, wearing a wry smile on her face. “I haven’t introduced Xander to my family, and they don’t know I’m dating an Irishman of a lower social class. I feel so guilty for keeping that a secret, but I’m only doing it because I’m worried about how Dad will react once he finds out I’ve been seeing what he calls an Irish commoner behind his back.”

Xander squeezed Mia’s hand in a gesture of support, his blue eyes full of understanding. “He’ll come around, love. He has to. Your dad will see how happy we are, and how good we are together.”

“I hope so, Xander,” Mia said, but a faint worry line creased her brow. “He’s been on edge lately. Ever since… well, you know, the incident.”

They all know about the incident: an IRA bombing from the previous year that shook Edgar Caloway to his core, covered by major news programs across the UK and Ireland. Mia remembered that day all too well; she was visiting her family back in Manchester when the bombing took place. One minute everything was quiet, and the next, the sound of her father cursing and fuming echoed through the walls of their family home as he got word of the explosion in the city centre. The explosion had hit the very first location of Caloway’s, her family’s department store chain that his father (and Mia’s grandfather) built from the ground up, causing severe damage, and she remembered her father’s angry words: ‘Those bloody culchies have really done it this time!’ His daughter is dating a so-called ‘bloody culchie,’ and he wasn’t a terrorist or anything else of the sort; he’s just a young, aspiring musician who would never hurt a soul, and Edgar was unaware of the fact.

Although no one got killed, thankfully, the near-destruction of his family’s flagship store in Manchester fueled his already simmering bitterness toward anything he perceived as “disorderly” or “common,” and, in his mind, anyone with Irish roots and below-class status fit that description perfectly. Making matters worse, in a press conference the day after the attack, Edgar attacked the IRA, calling them ‘uneducated, uncivilized, and uncultured products of Ireland’s lower-class scum.’ He later retracted these comments following a huge backlash. Although the controversy faded after a week, and the flagship store was since rebuilt and reopened, he still linked rural Irish people to terrorism, but he never again publicly voiced his prejudices.

“I agree with you, love. Maybe it’s for the best that we keep this a secret from him, at least for now,” Xander said with a shrug and an understanding look in his eyes. “We’re young, still figuring things out, and agreed that marriage wasn’t a decision to rush into at the moment. However, we’ve been talking about moving in together, which is a start, isn’t it? Then we can figure out the rest from there.”

“You’re right, Xander. That’s why we’ll do this at our own pace. If Dad doesn’t like it, well, he can just get used to the fact that his little girl is a grown woman, capable of making her own choices in life.”

Xander smiled at Mia’s defiance, impressed by her determination. “You sound just like your dad sometimes, love,” he teased, his hand tightening around hers. “You know I agree with you, and that’s why I’ll do whatever I can to support you. So, you’ll see. He’ll come around.”

“I hope so.” Mia smiled at him, the nervousness she felt earlier subsiding. She was ready to start her life, and she had someone in her corner. Xander had her back, and that’s all that mattered to her. “On a more positive note, my dad’s side of the family is coming over to our summer house in Ballsbridge tomorrow for a very special occasion in about two weeks. All three of my older brothers will be there; Vincent will bring his wife, Steven’s bringing his fiancé, and Peter has a few friends—and his boyfriend—joining him on Saturday to prepare something special for the occasion. I’m really looking forward to seeing everyone—Granddad Toby, Grandma Heidi, Uncle Phinny, Aunt Issy, and my little cousins Jay and Jess, who just turned fifteen. They'll all be joining me, my brothers, and my parents. My dad said he has a surprise for me... and I think it’s an arranged marriage.”

“Maybe it isn’t,” Elena teased with a giggle. “How do you know it’s an arranged marriage? Maybe it’s a business thing.”

“It’s an arranged marriage, and I know it,” Mia said with another roll of her eyes, a sarcastic look on her face. “He hasn’t told me, but I can sense his intentions well enough to know them. Since my debutante days, he’s been arranging meetings with old friends and business partners across England to find potential suitors, interviewing their sons, and I believe he has found ‘the right one’ for me. He never mentioned it whenever I came home for a visit, but I have a gut feeling that he expects me to return to Manchester, marry the chosen one, and become part of the family business. I love my dad, but he can be really difficult sometimes, and he’s so obsessed with keeping his family legacy spotless that he rarely takes what I want into consideration. It was never an issue with my brothers, but I guess that’s how it is when you’re the only daughter.”

It had, for generations, been a family tradition to arrange marriages of the daughters within the affluent circle, although this practice had skipped two generations in Mia’s branch, as only sons were born to her grandfather and great-grandfather. She was the first daughter born into that branch in decades, and although the tradition was now seen as outdated by then, her father persisted in upholding the family’s status through arranged marriages. Edgar’s unwavering determination in both his professional and personal life, though a strength, often manifested as stubbornness, making him adamant in his decisions, and he rarely settled for anything less. Mia felt trapped by her father’s vision for her, but she remained determined to carve her own path.

“What am I going to do? I don’t want to leave this beautiful country I’ve called home for the last three-and-a-half years. I’ve only just started building a life of my own here. How do I move forward without disappointing my family?” She asked, her voice full of despair as she felt her boyfriend’s hand squeeze hers tighter, and she noticed a worried look in his eyes. “Xander, I know that makes you nervous, but I’m going to deal with it when the time comes. I refuse to give up on my dreams just because he has an issue with them.”

“Well, you’ll just have to show them all your strength and your determination to make your own choices,” Xander said, his eyes shining with pride and admiration. “They’ll see my devotion to you, Mia. You have a special sort of magic, and I know that whatever it is you want, you’ll eventually get it.”

“I appreciate it, thank you,” Mia said with a smile blossoming across her face, a lightness filling her as she gave him a kiss on his cheek. “I really appreciate your support, and I know I can always depend on you to be there for me, and I’ll be there for you, too. That’s our deal, isn’t it?”

“Indeed,” Xander said, his eyes twinkling with affection as Mia leaned into his embrace. “Indeed.”

As the three shared a toast, they softly clinked their glasses together, symbolically sealing their hopes for the future in the embrace of friendship and love. Dublin’s night shimmered with promise as they stood together, exuding quiet confidence.

What unexpected twists lie ahead, ready to introduce a touch of chaos into their lives? Only time would reveal the answers…

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June 27, 1997

The sun’s golden rays caressed the cobblestone streets of Ballsbridge, a luxurious Dublin neighbourhood, casting a warm glow on its classic Georgian houses and trimmed gardens. Athens House, a majestic Georgian manor characterized by its intricate Greek-inspired columns, sprawling garden, and fancy fountains, serves as the glorious summer house of the Caloway family. Expansive parkland, nestled close to the neighbourhood’s embassies, bustling offices, and a variety of charming businesses like bistros and boutiques, showing off a harmonious mix of elegance and comfort surrounding the estate.

Mia’s grandparents will celebrate their 50th wedding anniversary at Athens House in two weeks, on July 12th. At Athens House, Mia’s parents, Lyra and Edgar, her brother, Peter, and three housekeepers—Finnigan O’Malley, Seamus MacGuire, and Fiona Rowan—joined her. Elena spent the last week at Athens House, hanging out with Mia and her family while her parents worked during the day. Upon their arrival, Mia’s extended family members will join them to help organize and prepare for the anniversary celebrations. While the initial planning will start early, the actual arrangements for the party will kick off in the following week.

Inside, Finnigan, the house’s seasoned butler, dusted the detailed chandeliers, polished the sophisticated furniture, and ensured that every nook and cranny of the front hall sparkled, all tailored to meet the high standards of the Caloway family. Fiona, the cheerful kitchen maid, was in the kitchen baking her signature treats while making small talk with Lyra, who was arranging a fresh flower centrepiece for the evening’s dinner. In the study, Edgar made several important phone calls to oversee the status of his business operations in his absence. Upstairs, Peter was in his room, putting on the last details of a project he’d been working on. On the sun-dappled patio, Mia and Elena lounged on reclining chairs. Their laughter blended with the fragrance of blossoming flowers and the gentle rustle of the lawn, creating a tranquil summer ambiance. In the nearby garden, Seamus, the experienced gardener, was busy tending to the vibrant flowerbeds, ensuring that they would be in full bloom for the anniversary celebration. Mia wore a plain white dress, showcasing her grace and simplicity. Elena wore a bright yellow halter neck top and a flowing long skirt, lighting up her cheerful and chic aura. Throughout the summer days, they relished each other’s company, basking in the caress of the warm sun and savouring the refreshing beverages Fiona crafted. They also shared casual conversations under the vast summer sky, cherishing special moments of togetherness.

“Why is it called Athens House?” Elena asked, taking a sip of her iced tea. “And how did it become your family’s summer house?”

“I don’t know the exact reason, but it’s likely because of my mum’s Greek family heritage and Granddad’s fascination with Greek culture. It’s been here for decades, and my family has a long history with it since the Second World War. Come to think of it, I haven’t told you the story of my family’s history with the Irish manor now known as Athens House. Did I?”

“No, you haven’t, but I’m intrigued. Do tell me!”

“Alright, Elly. Let me tell you, it all began in 1939...”

The story unfolded like a cherished family legend: During the onset of World War II, Mia’s grandfather, Toby Caloway, aspired to join the army like his father, Angus. However, he was unfit for service, likely because of his asthma. Instead, he joined the Allied Forces as a spy, working with a team to sabotage the Axis Powers by gathering crucial intelligence through espionage operations. This gave the British military an advantage after they decoded the enemy’s attack plans, thus saving lives. Because Ireland remained neutral, British Intelligence stationed him in a large Georgian manor in Dublin owned by a wealthy family. This manor, known as The Emerald Haven, not only functioned as a makeshift hospital for wounded soldiers but also as a boarding home for evacuated British children. Heidi Tansen, Mia’s grandmother, worked as a nurse at the manor after fleeing Nazi-occupied Luxembourg. There, she met a young Toby. Naturally, amidst the turmoil of that dark era, they found solace in each other, fell in love, and the rest became a part of the Caloway family history.

When the war was over, they got engaged and eventually married in the house two years later, welcoming their first son, Edgar (Mia’s father), a year before they married. The family returned to Manchester, where Toby established a small shop that grew into the successful Caloway’s department store chain, a prominent establishment in the region. Over the years, the chain expanded with multiple locations opening across the UK. The business thrived by offering top-notch products at reasonable prices, catering to the demands of post-war Britain. In the early 1950s, he bought the Irish manor when it became available for sale, using his recent prosperity and the family’s accumulated wealth. He and his wife have since used it as a summer home, maintaining a link to the Caloway family’s history of love and resilience.

“How impressive. Your family’s fortunate to have a place that’s been standing for generations. But I’ve got to say, I love this house, Mia. It’s simply perfect, and it will be even more so with the company coming soon, I must admit.”

“I have to agree with you; this place is beautiful, and I love spending time here. Besides Grandma and Granddad, the rest of my family would visit them here almost every year, including my dad and uncle, Phineas. When they were kids, they played knights and jousted with sticks in the garden and nearby woods, among other boyish games. Phineas is the biggest joker of the two brothers, with an imaginative and adventurous spirit, always coming up with elaborate pranks and schemes to pull off. My dad, however, is more responsible and protective of his little brother, just like how he is with me and my brothers now. As they grew up, got married, and had children of their own, they stayed close despite their different career paths, with frequent visits keeping their bond strong. That tradition would continue when my dad would take me, my mum, and my brothers to meet up with Grandma and Granddad at Athens House for two weeks every summer, and it was something I always looked forward to.”

Highlights from Mia’s childhood visits included barefoot runs through the gardens, evening firefly chases, and her grandfather’s stories ranging from Greek myths to his wartime espionage and global travels. Toby and Heidi would also take their grandchildren to various places in the area, including the Dublin Zoo, shopping centres in the city, and even an annual summer funfair. Even in her adult years, Mia often found herself lost in nostalgic reveries of her childhood self wandering through the gardens of Athens House. Now, her grandparents are about to celebrate their 50th anniversary at Athens House, the symbolic birthplace of their family and a testament to their legacy. It still held that magic, and perhaps even more.

“This place is special to me. I experience unexpected magic and awe-inspiring moments on each visit. I don’t know why, but it feels like the very air here carries a joy that spreads and lifts everyone’s moods. Even though I don’t come here that often anymore, I’m grateful to spend time here with my family whenever I get the chance to do so. It reminds me of all the wonderful memories we’ve created together, full of laughter, stories, and adventures.”

“Are you giving your friend a brief history lesson on Athens House, Mia?” Lyra Caloway asked her daughter, her auburn hair and green eyes glittering with amusement as she entered the patio with a cup of tea in hand. She was wearing a floral-patterned dress, the sunlight making the vibrant colours appear even brighter. “Its history is remarkable, and I understand your love for it. The beauty and history of Athens House is very captivating, isn’t it?”

“I’ve learned so much about this place,” Elena said to Lyra with a wide grin on her face. “Mia’s grandfather’s spy background and the family’s unique history are fascinating! I’m curious about the name ‘Athens House’ and its connection to you. Is it true that your Greek heritage inspired the name?”

“Indeed! After I married Edgar, Mia’s father, we started calling it Athens House in honour of my Greek heritage, and Toby, her grandfather, thought it was a splendid name. He also had a keen interest in Greek culture and history, which is why he took immense pride in owning this place. My father is close friends with Toby, who also loves Greek culture. Over time, I became close with Edgar because of Toby’s childhood visits to my house, where his family lived close by.”

Lyra sat down on one of the patio chairs across from her daughter and her friend, joining them. Although Mia had heard the story of how her parents met before, it’s a tale she never tired of. Elena found Mia’s family history fascinating. The Caloway family has a rich lineage spanning generations, connecting different nationalities, yet firmly rooted in its Mancunian heritage.

“Athens House is a beautiful name, and it’s a neat homage to yours and Mia’s Greek roots.”

“That’s exactly what I wanted—to keep a bit of my heritage alive, being a professor of Greek cultural studies, especially since most of my family lives in Athens, Greece. We don’t see them as often as my in-laws, except on special occasions like weddings.”

Mia felt anxious at the mention of the word ‘weddings,’ fearing that her father might arrange a marriage for her. This could jeopardize her secret relationship with Xander, unknown to her family. She grappled with conflicting feelings of loyalty to her family versus her yearning for independence and love. However, her mother’s reminiscence of their last Greek trip distracted her. The memories of the enchanting wedding of her Aunt Polina and Uncle Lysandros, which took place a year before Mia left for Dublin, remained vivid in her mind. The rosy hues, the scent of flowers filling the air, and the tranquil beach where the ceremony took place enveloped her in a deep feeling of happiness. She especially enjoyed seeing all her cousins of various ages, who are the children of her mother’s two older brothers and two younger sisters, along with her aunts, uncles, and Greek grandparents. They exuded warmth and hospitality, belonging to a large, tight-knit family. The wedding was a stunning affair, and the memory filled Mia’s heart with a comforting warmth. It ignited her excitement for a future with her boyfriend, envisioning marriage and building a life together. Her father opposed the idea of her marrying or even dating an Irishman of lower social standing, based on his prejudices against such individuals. Although hesitant to ask, her curiosity about her father’s intentions persisted, even though she lacked a genuine desire to uncover them.

“Where’s Dad at?” Mia asked her mother once she had the chance.

“He’s in the study making a few phone calls, some related to business matters and others for personal reasons.” Lyra noticed a concerned look on her daughter’s face. “Why do you ask? Are you worried about something?”

“No, I was just thinking about my future and whether Dad would approve,” Mia said with truthfulness, avoiding any mention of her boyfriend or her desire to stay in Ireland and move in with him. “At my graduation last week, Dad mentioned he has a surprise for me, and I’m worried it may not align with my dreams and ambitions.”

“I don’t think that will happen, darling. Your father can be strict about family traditions sometimes, but he’s never made decisions that go against the interests of you and your brothers before, and he knows how important it is for you to have a say in your future. He’ll hear what you have to say when the time comes, and we’ll handle this maturely.”

“Maybe your dad’s planning to surprise you with a lavish graduation gift, like that new, fancy sports car you’ve been eyeing for some time or a trip to a beautiful place he’s always dreamed of visiting with his family.” Elena suggested, her eyes twinkling with humour. “I bet he’ll surprise you with something like that!”

“I hope so,” Mia said. A spark of hope ignited within her as she noticed the smile that lit up her mother’s face in response to Elena’s suggestion, and she felt relieved. Her best friend, in every sense of the word, was constantly by her side, understanding her very much, even if she couldn’t share everything. Yet, a faint hope persisted that maybe, just maybe, her father wouldn’t force the arranged marriage upon her. “Mum, do you know when the rest of the family will arrive?”

“In a few hours. They were just about to board the ferry when I last called, and they’ll call again once they’ve gotten off it. It’s a long journey from Manchester to Dublin, and we’ll be here waiting for them.”

“I can’t wait to see everyone again,” Mia said. A smile filled her face at the thought of the Caloway family reuniting. “After years, the entire family will come together, and Peter’s troupe will arrive tomorrow to arrange a special surprise for the occasion. I can’t help but wonder what the creative genius has in store for us this time.”

As Mia’s 25-year-old brother, Peter Caloway, appeared on the patio, he asked, “Did someone say my name?”

His teasing voice rang out as a broad grin spread across his face. He had tousled short brown hair from the morning’s activity, and his grey eyes exuded simple confidence. Peter was carrying eight stacks of paper, each separated by a large binder clip, and was eager to share what he had planned for the upcoming anniversary celebration. “How do you do, everyone? Bet you’re all wondering about my latest creative endeavour, if I’m not mistaken.”

“Hey there, Peter,” Mia greeted as her brother set the paper stacks down on the table and sat next to his sister. “What are you and your fellow mechanicals scheming up for Grandma and Granddad’s anniversary?”

“Oh, something I worked on for weeks. You know me—always aiming to make it memorable. Do you remember that one Greek myth Granddad used to tell us when we were kids? The one with the forbidden lovers, a wall, the tree, the lion, and a bunch of mulberries?”

“Oh yeah, I know that one, Pyramus and Thisbe. They remind me of Romeo and Juliet, with their lives ending in tragedy because of a misunderstanding.” The story also reminded Mia of her and Xander, as they’re forbidden lovers in the eyes of her father. She hopes her love story has a happy ending, unlike Pyramus and Thisbe’s. “How does a Greek tragedy relate to a wedding anniversary?”

“Well, sis, that’s where The Rude Mechanicals Amateur Theatre Company comes in.”

The Rude Mechanicals Amateur Theatre Company, or R-MATC, is a theatre troupe that Peter founded with his boyfriend and their classmates from the Manchester School of Theatre, known for their unconventional performances. Those performances, such as dark comedic stage adaptations of films and inventive spins on classic plays, made them local favourites in Manchester. Even if mishaps occur during the show, the audience would end up in fits of laughter, almost falling out of their seats.

“Mum told me that Grandma and Granddad’s friends from their Emerald Haven days put on a performance of Pyramus and Thisbe at their wedding nearly 50 years ago. My mates and I wanted to recreate that performance, but with a twist. I took inspiration from Quentin Tarantino and Brian de Palma—as well as a few of my favourite films. So, I transformed the tale of Babylon’s doomed lovers into a dark and twisted crime comedy. Behold!”

He presented one script to his mother, his sister Mia, and his sister’s friend Elena. Its title read, Blood, Bullets, and Mulberries (Or The Most Dreadful Comedy and Most Cruel Crimes of Pyramus and Thisbe), followed by the words, A Dark Love Story by Peter Quentin (and His Fabulous Boyfriend Nicky Bottoms). The front page bore drawings of two mugshots: a man and a woman—the title characters. Without giving too much away, Peter explained the plot of his story to them. Within the story, Pyramus and Thisbe, depicted as imprisoned members of rival crime families, fall in love and come up with a major heist. They’ll break out of prison, hijack a train, and rob Ninus’s tomb of its priceless treasures while committing a few robberies and killings along the way. Unfortunately, they’re destined to a tragic fate by the end of the story, after being pursued by the prison’s guard lion and eventually dying in a shootout with the police.

“Sounds more like Bonnie and Clyde than Romeo and Juliet, given the criminal elements and tragic ending,” Elena said with a giggle in her voice, eyeing the script with amused curiosity. “Your version seems quite daring, Peter. It combines elements of crime noir with a touch of tragic romance, just as I expected from you.”

“That’s exactly what I intended. Grandma and Granddad appreciate my dark sense of humour, as long as it’s not too gory. They also love a proper love story. So, I figured, why not give it a bit of a modern, gritty twist? It’ll be a showstopper. My boyfriend, Nicky, is playing Pyramus, and his close friend, who we consider an honorary Mechanical, will play Thisbe. Plus, the rest of the gang will act in the play while working behind the scenes, as per usual.”

“Pete, I don’t know how you convinced Dad to let you pursue a career in theatrical arts.” Mia remarked, knowing how imaginative her brother is from a young age, making up stories to entertain his little sister, his big brothers, and their parents. “Perhaps your wicked imagination convinced him to let you share your talents with everyone?”

“Probably, or because I’m too quick-tempered,” Peter replied, shrugging. His occasional temper might have been a factor that prevented him from joining the family business. “I’m working on being more patient and less reactive, especially with my day job at Rent-a-Vid and working with the troupe. They’re an eccentric bunch, but I love ’em all the same.”

“Well, I think it’s an excellent thing your father let you follow your dream, Peter,” Lyra said, smiling proudly at her son’s creative efforts. “He especially liked your stage production of The Wicker Man last year. Your talent really shines through, Peter. I think he sees that your creativity and passion are just as valuable as running the family business. Perhaps he’s finally beginning to understand that there are many ways to lead and contribute.”

Peter beamed, rubbing the back of his neck like it’s no big deal. “I hope so. I just want to make him proud, you know? And I want to create something truly unforgettable for Grandma and Granddad’s anniversary, something that will etch a permanent smile on their faces.”

Mia nodded with eagerness, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. “And I think your idea is brilliant, Pete. It’s going to be a hit—funny, dark, and full of surprises, just like your taste in films.”

“I can’t wait to see it all come together.” Elena said between chuckles. The anticipation of seeing everything come together filled her with excitement. “Do you have a role for me in your little production? I thought it would be a brilliant opportunity to showcase my acting skills in front of your family and grandparents’ friends.”

“Actually, Nicky and I have already decided on the roles, but I appreciate your offer, El. Besides, you deserve to be in more professional and high-quality stage productions. I mean, you’ve acted in several theatre productions in Dublin—even as a college student! Me and The Mechanicals, however, only have a small performing space and eight amateurs: me, Nicky, Frankie, Simon, Robbie, Tommy, Holly, and Lily. We’re still working our way up so someday we can finally quit our day jobs and make this a full-time career.”

“No worries, Pete. I’m just as happy to watch your play. By the way, where exactly are you planning to stage it?”

“Over there, in the wide space between the garden and the forest over there,” Peter said, pointing to a wide grassy area. “However, I will need a proper stage to increase the professional look of the production.”

“You’ll have to talk to your uncle about it,” Lyra said. “He’s in charge of organizing the anniversary party. I’m sure he’ll be happy to help you and your friends out.”

“Uncle Phinny is the family party planner,” Mia said, explaining her uncle’s party planning role to her friend. “He organizes birthdays and anniversaries for members of my family, specifically the significant ages like 13th, 16th, 18th, 21st, and years divisible by 5. He always goes the extra mile to make these parties unforgettable. Remember my 13th birthday party, where he got the band Bros to perform at it? He’s truly awesome.”

“How could I forget? I remember you wanting George Michael to perform at the party, but he was currently on tour in America. Your uncle hired the next best thing, which wasn’t too difficult since he knew their manager.”

“That’s what I remember. Oh, how I fancied George Michael back in the day, even during his Wham! days; he was cute back then, but he’s way hotter since he went solo. I still fancy him sometimes.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” Elena said. “Your family is full of talented people, Mia, each excelling in their unique fields. Everyone is so passionate and driven by their dreams. It’s truly inspiring.”

“Thanks, Elly. I just love my family, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.” Mia said, smiling with ease and feeling a warm pride in her family’s productive spirit. She looked out across the lush garden, imagining the celebration, laughter, music, and stories that would unfold. The event transcends a mere celebration; it symbolizes the resilience, love, and unbreakable unity that define her family, woven through moments of happiness, closeness, and shared history.

Amidst thoughts of her family, Mia for a moment pondered her aspirations of starting her own business, envisioning a future with Xander, and pursuing her lifelong dreams. However, a hint of anxiety emerged as she grappled with her father’s expectations and a likely arranged marriage, but as her family’s arrival drew near, Mia’s excitement surged. The Irish summer comforted her, and she looked forward to the future despite its uncertainties, holding on to optimism. She hoped for the best and intended to enjoy the day with her mother, brother, and best friend. As they reminisced about past summers, Mia’s worries faded, replaced by feelings of gratitude and contentment.

Little did Mia know, her father’s approaching plans loomed ominously, waiting to shatter her peace, confirm her deepest concerns, and threaten to interfere with her relationship with Xander.

Chapter Text

The rest of the Caloway family arrived in the mid-afternoon, bringing their lively energy and familial spirit to Athens House. In three separate groups, Finnigan welcomed each, opening the front door for them and bringing in their luggage. Mia, accompanied by her mother, brother, and best friend, greeted everyone present. Following some business calls and personal matters, her father would join them later, explaining his delayed arrival. They’ll greet each other in the entrance hall, then proceed to the patio for appetizers and beverages while admiring the sunshine, beautiful flowers, the soothing sound of a nearby fountain, and the tranquil woodland setting that surrounds the house. This setting created a serene ambiance near the patio and was ideal for a family gathering.

Vincent and Steven Caloway, Mia’s two eldest brothers, arrived at the manor with their partners first, radiating a mix of excitement and familiarity. While both brothers shared their mother’s auburn hair and green eyes, Vincent’s short locks had a fiery red hue, and Steven had a hint of grey in his eyes. Their striking resemblance suggests they are twins; however, Vincent is 31, and Steven is 29. Being the most mature and business-minded of the Caloway children, they have worked with their father in the family retail store chain. Vincent handles the financial aspects, and Steven oversees the supply chain operations of the family business, with speculation hinting at one brother someday inheriting the company. On the personal side of their lives, they are both in long-term relationships. Vincent has been married to Yvonne Moko-Caloway, a social worker from a mixed-race family, for two years, while Steven has been in a years-long relationship with Olivia Bonn, a nurse whose family came from the Philippines. Both brothers celebrated noteworthy milestones with their respective partners. The week of Mia’s graduation brought double joy to the family, as Vincent and Yvonne discovered they were expecting their first child. Steven’s heartfelt proposal to Olivia led to an overwhelming cascade of approvals, marking a milestone brimming with love and happiness. The moment they passed through the front door, Lyra embraced her two oldest sons and their partners. After exchanging hugs, Vincent, Steven, and their partners greeted Mia and Elena, each giving the girls a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

“Hello, Miss College Grad! Fantastic to have you here. I’m thrilled to see you!”

“Likewise, Mr. CFO. It’s delightful to see you, Yvonne. How are you doing?”

“Much better, thank you.” Yvonne said, responding to her sister-in-law. Last week, Vincent said he couldn’t attend Mia’s graduation because Yvonne was ill. It turned out that his wife was pregnant, three months along and not yet showing. “We’re having our baby in January, six months from now, giving us plenty of time to prepare.”

“Did I hear that Vincent and Yvonne are having a baby?” Elena said, surprised by the news. “Isn’t that exciting, Mia? You’re gonna be an auntie!”

“I know, and I’m so thrilled! She and Vincent are happy and healthy, and that makes me happy. I’ve been eagerly looking forward to becoming an aunt ever since their beautiful wedding two years ago. What are you gonna name your baby, Vince?”

“We won’t know our baby’s gender for a few more months, but we have already chosen the names Theodore for a boy and Alice for a girl. Theodore is Granddad’s middle name, and Alice is the name of Yvonne’s Nan.”

“Those are beautiful names,” Elena said, complimenting the choices. “Are your grandparents aware that they’re about to become great-grandparents?”

“No, they don’t. I want to reveal the news to them at the anniversary party as a surprise. So, Mia, can you promise me and Yvonne that you’ll keep this news about the baby a secret from Grandma and Granddad until then?”

“I promise not to tell.” She said, before turning to greet her other brother and his fiancée. “And congratulations on your engagement, Mr. Supply Chain Manager. When will you and Livi be marrying?”

“We’re planning on a spring wedding next year,” Steven said, holding Olivia’s hand, with her engagement ring shimmering under the sunlight streaming through the large windows, and their deep affection and connection shining through their interactions. “I’m sorry that Vince and I couldn’t make it to your graduation, sis. We’ve been extra busy in the last few weeks since we’re incorporating the internet into our business. It’s a new concept for us, and we’re still learning how it works, especially Dad, but we’re making progress.”

“Don’t worry about it; I understand it can be overwhelming. You and Dad will get the hang of it eventually. Livi, Steve’s proposal has overjoyed you, right?”

“Yes! Definitely!” Olivia said with a dazzling smile. “Stevie is really sweet, and I can’t wait to marry him. I’m still overjoyed about the engagement ring, too! He chose it himself and even proposed to me at the same restaurant where we had our first date.”

“How romantic. I remember that restaurant, too, the one with the big, pink building and the heart-shaped, neon sign, right?”

“Yup. I’d like our wedding reception to be held there; it was a special place for both of us,” Olivia said, her eyes gleaming with excitement. “We haven’t chosen a location for the ceremony yet, but like Vince and Yvonne, we have plenty of time until our big day. I have several ideas, as does Steve.”

“That’s absolutely wonderful!” Mia said with delight. “I’m absolutely thrilled for both of you! This is such fantastic news!”

“Thank you, sis. You’re amazing!” Steven said with a genuine smile, giving his sister another hug. “Mum told me that Peter will put on a play for our grandparents’ anniversary—where is Mr. Director/Playwright, by the way?”

“Right here, big bruvs!” Peter’s voice echoed across the hall as he came down the stairs, having disappeared for a few minutes to call his boyfriend. “Sorry for disappearing from you. I was on the phone with Nicky. The mechanicals and I are definitely putting on a play for the anniversary. Check it out! It’s Pyramus and Thisbe reimagined as a crime-romantic tragicomedy—a tale of love, betrayal, and unexpected twists that will leave you captivated.”

Peter presented his script to his brothers, explaining his unique and amusing interpretation of the Greek myth.

“Oh, that sounds pretty fun, Pete,” Vincent said, scanning the front page of the script. “You and your troupe put on the best shows, and this one will be another hit.”

“I agree. How could we forget R-MATC’s production of The Wicker Man? It was hysterical, especially the ending!” Steven added, sharing his brother’s sentiment. “Will the ending of the play be just as hilarious?”

“Oi! No peeking!” Peter said in objection to his brother trying to see the ending, taking the script back and putting it in his bag. “The ending shall remain a secret until the day of the anniversary, known only to me, Nicky, and the rest of the mechanicals, at least for now.”

“Whatever you say, little bruv,” Vincent said with a chuckle, ruffling his younger brother’s hair. Peter shooed him off his head with playfulness, waving his hand, but he let a small smile spread across his face, a hint of pride in his brown eyes. “You’re the creative genius, after all. We’re eager to see your vision come to life. You have our full support for your show. When’s the rest of the gang coming over?”

“Tomorrow morning. Everything’s all set for rehearsals, but the only thing that’s missing is a stage in the yard. Mum says our uncle will help me with that since he’s organizing the party.”

“By the way, speaking of our uncle,” Mia said, pointing out the window to a red Peugeot driving up the gravel driveway in the distance. “Look who’s pulling up right now!”

That red Peugeot could only belong to Phineas Caloway, her fun-loving uncle and the man responsible for the upcoming festivities. Accompanying him were his family members, including his wife, Isabelle, who works for an advertising firm, and their twin children, Jason and Jessica, also known as Jay and Jess. Phineas and his family exude contagious spunk and vast enthusiasm, infusing each arrival with liveliness and excitement through their wit and warmth. He resembled his older brother, Edgar, in appearance with short, brown hair and grey eyes, but he preferred a more casual style in contrast to his brother’s formal attire. When the car stopped and the driver’s door swung open, Phineas stepped out and waved at his niece, Mia, who was looking out the window. Filled with excitement, Phineas led his family into Athens House with exuberant gestures and a wide smile, while his niece welcomed him inside.

“Ah, Mia, darling! It’s wonderful to see my beloved niece again! Elena, my niece’s future Oscar-winning friend, you look radiant! Peter, a budding Hitchcock and Kubrick, you look fantastic! How can I forget the old beans, Vincent and Steven, and their lovely ladies by their sides?”

“It’s wonderful to see you, too, Uncle Phinny,” Mia said, accepting a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

Phineas, with his usual wit and charm, asked, “Where’s the old mucker at? I brought a case of Boddingtons. I know your dad loves the stuff.”

“Edgar’s busy working, but he’ll join us shortly,” Lyra said to her brother-in-law Phineas as he embraced her and leaned in for a kiss on her cheek. “How are Isabelle and the twins?”

“They’re doing excellent! It’s their first time outside the UK, and the kids were eager to visit Ireland after years spent with my in-laws in Wales. They finished school a week ago and have been asking Isabelle and me over and over when we can visit my parents’ summer house.”

“Phineas Caloway!” Elena, who was deep in conversation with Olivia, rushed over to greet Phineas enthusiastically. “It’s so great to see you! I still can’t believe you got Bros to perform at Mia’s 13th! What do you have planned for her grandparents’ anniversary?”

“I have some big ideas for the upcoming celebration, but I won’t be working alone; the whole family is going to pitch in to make it an unforgettable experience!”

Mia whispered to her friend, “I bet he’ll be the emcee. He’s experienced in radio and TV, co-hosts a New Year’s Eve special on local TV annually, and owns a network of radio stations across the Northwest region.”

“Wow, your uncle is amazing!”

“Uncle Phinny! I’m delighted to see you!” Peter said with an ambitious smile on his face. “My troupe and I wish to put on a play for the anniversary. We need a proper stage first. Can you help us with that?”

“Brilliant idea, Pete! You must’ve known that your grandparents’ friends also put on a show for their wedding back in 1947. Happy to help you and your friends with this.”

“Thanks a lot; I really appreciate your help and owe you one.”

Phineas’ twin children came bouncing in, with their mother following behind. The twins, Jay and Jess, shared a mix of their parents’ traits—brown hair from their father and blue eyes from their mother. Jess had a freckle on her cheek, and Jay had a scar above his eyebrow, along with differences in hair length and clothing choices. Now 15 years old and having grown a lot since the last time she saw them, they were no longer as little.

“Are we in Buckingham Palace? This place is gigantic!” Jess asked with amazement, her eyes wide as she took in the grandeur of Athens House’s hall. Jay, her twin, also glanced around, his eyes fixed on an antique grandfather clock, before turning to greet Mia and her family.

“Hey there, you troublemakers!” Mia said with excitement as her cousins hugged her, with Jay receiving a playful ruffle on the head and Jess getting a hug back. “Hope you two didn’t give your parents too hard of a time!”

She treasured the moments when her cousins visited, especially in their younger years, as their innocent joy and boundless energy always brought cheer and brightness to the room. They had always been very close, playing jokes on their parents and relatives, just like their father did when he was a kid. As they matured, they developed their own distinct personalities. Jay would be the more adventurous twin, being athletic and the first to explore new hobbies, while Jess was more imaginative, with an interest in making up stories and creating new dance routines. Despite these differences, they still enjoy pulling pranks on their family, and over time, these pranks became more sophisticated and professional as they grew older. Mia believes Jay has a future in sports, while she thinks Jess would grow up to be a professional dancer or a writer of fantasy novels.

“It wasn’t too hard of a time, Mia,” Jay said with a mischievous grin, rubbing his hands together. “Jess and I might have snuck a few extra biscuits from the kitchen before we left home. Just a couple... or maybe a dozen.”

Jess rolled her eyes, a playful smile at her lips, and let out a soft giggle, mischief sparkling in her eyes. “You’re such a troublemaker, Jay. But I guess that means we’re officially part of the family now—trouble and all.”

Jess gave her brother a nudge, showcasing their shared bond and inside jokes.

“You two are such gremlins, but I wouldn’t change a thing. Anything new happen lately?”

Jess shared with excitement, “I got a new book yesterday—it’s about an orphaned boy who discovers he’s a wizard and attends a school of magic! Let me show you!”

Jess pulled her new book out of her rucksack and showed her cousin the front cover, with an illustration of a young boy in a wizard’s robes standing in front of a train station. She would enjoy the story, and the author appears to be pleasant. (For now, at least.)

“Oh, that’s absolutely fascinating! You must be enjoying it so far.”

“I am! I started the first chapter yesterday. My mum insists I read one chapter per night before bed to savour the story, especially since I usually finish books quickly; it’s a bit of a running joke between us, but don’t let her know I told you.”

“Don’t worry, Jess. You can always count on me to keep your secrets safe.”

The Welsh voice of Isabelle Caloway, Mia’s aunt and Jay and Jess’ mum, spoke, offering her niece a hug and a kiss on her cheek. “Hey, Mia. It’s a joy to see you again. How have you been?”

“I’ve been doing well, Auntie Issy. Nothing special happened in particular, and yet it’s only been a week since I graduated. I haven’t decided what business I want to get into. I know I want to do something much smaller than Caloway’s. Jay and Jess love Athens House and Dublin, by the way. Am I right?”

“Yes, we are!” Jay said.

“Everything’s so green and beautiful!” Jess exclaimed, gazing at the sprawling trees on the rolling hills from the windows. “It’s a magical land!”

“Well, they don’t call Ireland the Emerald Isle for nothing,” Mia laughed. “And speaking of magic, I’ve got a secret you two should know.”

“What’s the secret, Mia?”

Mia paused, building anticipation, before sharing the secret with the twins.

“You came here at a perfect time,” Mia said, lowering her voice, her green eyes twinkling with mischief and a hint of whimsical playfulness. “You see, Dublin is a pretty magical place, especially in the summertime. There are stories and legends that live in the very air, and sometimes, if you’re lucky, you might even see something… unexplainable.”

The twins’ eyes widened with curiosity as Jess, feeling a sense of wonder, clutched her book a little tighter. Jay leaned in, eager to hear more.

“Like what?”

“Well, I’ve heard that in the old fairy woods—hidden just behind the city, near Harcourt Street—there’s a secret world. A world populated by magical creatures—fairies, to be exact. They come out at night, especially when the moon is full, and they dance and play in the forests in the Dublin area. Sometimes, if you’re silent enough and lucky enough, you might see a tiny flicker of their fairy lights or hear a soft, tinkling laugh floating through the air.”

Jay’s jaw dropped in amazement at Mia’s story. “No way! That’s so cool. Do you think they’re real?”

“Who knows? Maybe they’re real, maybe they’re just stories, or maybe they’re just dreams… But you never know… I may have seen one when I was younger…”

Mia recalled a summer night in her childhood when she thought she glimpsed a fairy’s light dancing among the trees in the nearby woods. She was about 5 years old then, playing hide-and-seek in the garden with her brothers one evening. From a distance, she saw a flickering glow coming from the woods, dancing and twirling in the air like a butterfly before it disappeared. She told her brothers about what she just saw, but they didn’t believe her, dismissing it as a figment of a little girl’s imagination. That moment, fantasy or not, left a deep impression on her, and its impact remains.

“Cor…” Jess gasped, her blue eyes widening with wonder. “Really?”

“I believe so, but I was told that it was just a firefly, so I went along with it. But the firefly was larger and bright yellow, and it seemed to move much slower than a regular firefly. Maybe it was my overactive imagination, or maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t a firefly, but something…magical…”

“Oi, sis! I’m supposed to be the storyteller of the family! Granddad, too!” Peter’s voice interrupted Mia’s story, his amused brown eyes shining, knowing full well that his sister was taking considerable delight in entertaining their cousins with her supposed fairy sighting. “Jay, Jess, why don’t you come out to the patio and say hi to your other cousins? I’m putting on a show for the anniversary party, and Vince and Steve have some exciting news to share!”

Hurrying over to greet Mia’s brothers, the twins left her to focus on her aunt, who found amusement in her kids’ youthful energy.

“They grow up quickly, but they still have their childlike spirit, even as teenagers. It feels like yesterday when they were only half my size, with endless amounts of energy. Remember when they pretended to be each other? Their hair back then was the same length, so it was easy for them to switch places and fool everyone.”

“I remember that very well, Mia. It was their favourite joke to play on everyone until it got them in trouble at school. They caused so much confusion that we had to have Jay’s hair cut short so it wouldn’t happen again.” Isabelle chuckled, and Mia couldn’t help but join in with a laugh of her own. “They’ve embraced their individuality as they’ve gotten older, but they still enjoy playing the odd practical joke every now and then. Mia, You have also grown a lot since leaving Manchester. I remember how nervous you were about moving to Dublin for university, but you excelled in your studies, secured a job, and blossomed into quite an accomplished young woman. You should be proud of yourself.”

“Thanks, Auntie Issy; you’re always supportive and kind, and I’m grateful to have you as my aunt. The same goes for Phinny; I’m grateful to have him as my uncle. As for college, it wasn’t too difficult. Elena was by my side, giving me all the support I needed, reminding me that even though I am little, I am fierce.”

“Elena is truly one of the kindest and most outgoing people I’ve ever met, and I love how you have each other’s back and have been friends for ages. You really have a special bond with her.” Isabelle said, giving Elena a wave, who waved back. “Now, I don’t want to pry into your private life too much, but have you been seeing anyone while you were at college? The Sunday papers say you’re seeing an Irish boy from a middle-class family, someone your father might not be keen on. Is that true?”

Shit! Mia thought to herself, her heart pounding in her chest. Her mind raced—who told the papers about her secret boyfriend? They can’t know about me and Xander, or else my dad will kill me!

She breathed a deep breath, steadying her nerves, before mustering a casual smile to mask her inner turmoil.

“Uh, well,” Mia said with hesitation, glancing nervously at Elena, who looked just as surprised, trying to find the right words to explain the complexity of the situation to her aunt. “Well, it’s not a simple answer, Auntie Issy. I mean, I’ve been really busy studying for exams and sorting books at my job, but I may have someone on my mind for a while—on second thought, I’ll tell you later. I know who just arrived.”

A vintage black Jaguar E-Type drove up the drive, its paintwork gleaming with freshness and its shiny chrome wheels glinting in the sunlight. Its engine purred, and its brakes hissed as it slowed to a halt. Mia knew who had just arrived, her grandparents, and they were the reason her family was in Dublin. She was relieved that her secret was still safe.

Finnigan opened the door for Toby and Heidi Caloway, who gave their greetings to their longtime butler for Athens House. Toby, her wise and witty grandfather, adjusted his glasses as he looked around the entry hall, dressed in a smart grey shirt and trousers, with a stylish hat. Heidi, her loving and nurturing grandmother, stood by her husband’s side, her smile radiating warmth and joy. She wore a white sundress adorned with light blue flowers, her best floppy sunhat, and a pair of sunglasses, which she took off once she entered the manor. Despite being well into their 70s, they both looked terrific, and they would live to see 100.

“There she is! Our darling Mia, the best girl in the world!” Toby said, opening his arms and embracing Mia, his first granddaughter. “So lovely to see you!”

“My dearest Mia, darling sweetheart!” Heidi said, giving her granddaughter a big hug and a kiss on her cheek. “I’ve missed you so much! And you look so beautiful!”

“Hello, Grandma and Granddad,” Mia said, her heart full of love and gratitude for her grandparents’ warmth. She held them close to her, giving them another hug and kisses on their cheeks. “It’s wonderful to see you both again!”

“And it’s wonderful to return to the place where I first saw my dear Heidi,” Toby said, holding his wife’s hand and gazing at her lovingly. “We’ve made so many memories here, haven’t we, love?”

“We certainly have! We shared many events here, from our wedding to spending the summers with Edgar and Phineas, followed by Edgar’s wife and children visiting us. Now, it’ll be 50 years since we exchanged our vows, and what better way to mark such a milestone than to have our anniversary at Athens House? It’s a symbol of our beginnings and the Caloway family’s prosperity, which you agree with, right?”

“I think that’s brilliant, love!”

“Mia’s Grandma Heidi and Granddad Toby!” Elena said as she rushed over to greet her friend’s grandparents, a smile of joy playing on her face. “It’s a pleasure to see you both again!”

“Oh, my dear Elena! It’s truly a delight to see your radiant smile!” Heidi said with an affectionate smile. “How are you and your parents doing?”

“We’re doing fantastic! I’m spending the day here while my parents are out working to expand their businesses in Ireland. They thought it would be better if I hung around Mia’s family rather than having nothing to do in our hotel suite all day, and they’re right! Your summer house is stunning and perfect for weddings. It really embodies elegance and charm. Speaking of weddings, can you tell me what yours was like?”

“Why, our wedding day was just as splendid as our anniversary party promises to be: an unforgettable celebration filled with love, laughter, and happiness!” Heidi replied with a joyous smile and a sense of nostalgia, remembering her wedding to her beloved Toby as if it had just happened yesterday. “We had the ceremony in the beautifully decorated manor’s ballroom, adorned with elegant floral arrangements, and the reception took place in the lush garden under a canopy of fairy lights, surrounded by our closest friends and family. Mia’s father, who was only a year old, charmed everyone as our adorable ring bearer. The weather was picture-perfect, with a serene crescent moon casting a soft glow, a canopy of clear skies overhead, and the twinkling stars adding a touch of magic to the enchanting ambiance, making every moment truly mesmerizing.”

“I remember Heidi wanting to marry under a new moon like Theseus and Hippolyta, or as our granddaughter called them when she was little, ‘The Seuss and Hippopotamus.’ We had to settle for a crescent moon because it was raining on the night of the new moon, but it was still a magical evening, just like a fairy tale ending.” Toby said, recalling his wedding as Mia giggled at her grandfather’s recollection of her innocent pronunciation of the King of Athens and the Queen of the Amazons, one of the many stories he’d tell her during her childhood. “Mia, your mother told us that for our anniversary, you’ll be wearing the same dress Heidi wore at our reception—a white maxi dress with golden trim. Will you?”

“Absolutely! I tried it on recently, and it fit perfectly. It made me look like a Greek goddess in it! I’ve got matching golden accessories and shoes ready for the celebration—it’s all coming together beautifully!”

“I’m glad to hear that!” Toby said as he gave Mia another big hug. “The upcoming celebration will commemorate our 50th wedding anniversary and our family’s legacy of love, strength, and unity. This celebration is not only a testament to our family’s prosperity and power, but also a tribute to our resilience and ability to succeed anywhere, overcoming any obstacles in our path.”

“I couldn’t agree more, dear,” Heidi said with a radiant smile. “It’ll be a delight to see all our old friends after years, from our Emerald Haven days and those in the business world.”

“My parents and I will be there to celebrate with you all!” Elena added. “Will your anniversary double as a graduation party for Mia and me since most of her family couldn’t make it to the ceremony last week?”

“That’s a fantastic idea, Elena! Let’s discuss it over dinner tonight,” Toby suggested with a warm smile, giving both girls a hug around the shoulders. “Do you know where your father is, Mia?”

“He’s in the study and should finish soon, Granddad.”

“Ah, Mother, Father, you’re here at last!” Edgar’s voice carried from the hallway as he stepped into the front hall, making himself look somewhat presentable to his parents by fixing his brown hair and straightening his tie. “I apologize for my tardiness; I was on the phone with Bill, our company’s second-in-command, ensuring everything was running smoothly. As I always say, business never takes a holiday.”

“That’s perfectly fine, Eddie,” Heidi said, hugging her oldest son. “We know how important the family business is to you. Since you took over after your father’s retirement ten years ago, you’ve done a tremendous deal in modernizing Caloway’s, leading to its growth and multiple improvements. You must be very proud of what you’ve achieved as CEO.”

“I am, Mother. The family business is Father’s dream, and I’m working twice as hard to keep that dream alive. Am I right, Father?”

“One hundred percent, Eddie, my boy!” Toby nodded, giving Edgar a playful nudge on the shoulder. “It makes me so proud to see how that small shop in Manchester has grown into a nationwide chain. Now, the business is still going strong under your leadership. I knew you were the right choice to be my successor!”

“Thank you, Father. But can you and Mother please call me Edgar? Only my wife and my brother’s kids get to call me Eddie.”

“As you wish, Edgar, but you’ll always be our little Eddie Caloway.” Heidi smiled with love at her son, to which he smiled back at her. “And now that the whole family has arrived, why don’t we go join them out on the patio? After working all day, you deserve a break.”

“You both go right ahead. I haven’t seen my daughter since this morning. She’ll be wanting to talk to me. You know Mia, always having something to say. I won’t be too long.”

“Certainly, Edgar.”

Toby took his wife by the hand and led her to the patio as Edgar watched on. He then turned his attention to Mia and Elena, looking at them with a smile and a twinkle in his grey eyes.

“What have you girls been up to during my business time?” Edgar inquired, his tone curious and inviting, prompting a conversation with Mia and Elena.

“Nothing special, Dad. Elena and I have been relaxing on the patio and having a craic, as is our tradition. I talked about how my grandparents met in this manor, which we now call Athens House, as well as our family’s ties to this place.”

“Don’t forget about how Athens House got its name,” Elena said with a sly grin. “And how Grandma Heidi and Granddad Toby got married here when you were just a year old?”

“You’re right, Miss Vitocotti.” Mia’s father expressed embarrassment about his daughter’s friend bringing up his early years, which he preferred not to discuss. “My parents weren’t the only ones who had their wedding here at Athens House. I married Mia’s mother here about a year before Vincent was born, and our family will probably have more weddings here. I remember a 6-year-old Mia Caloway saying that she wants to get married here when she grows up, too. Do you still want that, princess?”

“Umm… yeah… I do, but not for a few more years,” Mia replied, her voice tinged with hesitation as she instinctively fiddled with the bracelet on her wrist. She caught herself, forced a casual tone, and changed the subject. “Uncle Phinny brought you a case of Boddingtons. He knows how much you love the stuff, and you look like you could use a break after all those calls.”

“You’re absolutely right, my dear. I’ll grab a drink and join the family. Managing the family business has significantly increased my workload, leaving me with less time for family gatherings than before. I recognize that your studies and careers have also kept you and your brothers occupied. I apologize if my busy schedule has inconvenienced anyone.”

“No, Dad, we haven’t minded. We know how much Caloway’s means to you, and you want to make Granddad proud. One day, either Vincent or Steven will become the future owner and keep Granddad’s dream alive after you figure out, as you put it, that newfangled internet.”

“I’m sure Vince and Steve will. However, I’ll need time to adjust to new concepts heading into a new century—and a new millennium. We discussed plans to expand the business beyond Britain, beginning in Europe before moving into the United States. As the internet expands our customer reach, Caloway’s will prosper for years. We’ll see what the future brings, but in the meantime, I’m going to spend time with my wonderful family and celebrate my parents’ upcoming anniversary. Many surprises await... including something for you, Mia.”

Edgar gave Mia a knowing look, suggesting he understood her thoughts. She knows it’s coming for her, and she’s hoping that it’s a sports car and not a suitor.

“Like what, Dad?”

“You’ll see, princess…” Edgar said as he made his way to the patio, with Mia and Elena following behind. “You’ll see…”