“Belle won’t wake up that early,” Maverick said. “She usually sleeps until eight or nine, sometimes even later. Brother Enzo, let’s go out and play.”
“Have you had breakfast yet?” Enzo asked.
“No.”
“Then let’s eat first,” Enzo said. “Otherwise, we’ll have to be called back halfway through playing.”
“Okay.”
The three children went downstairs together.
At Wildridge Manor, eight-year-old Enzo had naturally become the leader among the kids.