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Ophelia’s eye twitched. A week? With twenty-three strangers? She pulled out her tablet and began drafting a schedule.

Ophelia laughed, a short, sharp sound. “How many are we talking?” ophelia kaan oopsfamily

“You’re the organizer type,” Priya said without turning around. Ophelia’s eye twitched

Day one was chaos. Priya tried to administer basic health screenings to everyone. Jasper and Juniper challenged the group to a pancake-eating contest, which ended with Gerald’s wooden leg coated in syrup. Mateo revealed he was a professional mime and “performed” a piece about the existential dread of discovering one’s father had been a philandering ghost. Clover cried because no one would tell her where the treasure was hidden. She pulled out her tablet and began drafting a schedule

“Children,” the solicitor said. “He had a tendency to, shall we say, lose track.”

By evening, Ophelia had developed a headache. She retreated to the library, hoping for silence, but found Priya already there, examining a bookshelf.

On the final day, they gathered in the ballroom to decide about the estate. The solicitor presented the inventory: the mansion, a modest sum of money, and a collection of oddities—a fossilized turtle, a signed first edition of Moby-Dick , a set of antique dentist’s tools.