Arya stepped into the house, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor. The evening sun filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a soft golden glow across the living room. Her mother was seated on the couch, flipping through a stack of papers with an excited expression. Her father sat beside her, his glasses perched low on his nose as he read through a file.
"Arya, you're home!" her mother beamed, setting the papers down and standing up to greet her. "Come, sit with us for a moment."
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