Evening.
Outside Javier's personal workshop.
The sky was painted in hues of deep orange and soft purple as the sun dipped lower on the horizon. The air was cool and calm, carrying the faint scent of smoked wood and fresh herbs, mingling with the warmth radiating from the portable magic grill that had just been set up.
Liana stood at the center of the preparation area, her sleeves rolled up as she arranged slabs of seasoned meat on a large platter. Her movements were calm and practiced, her eyes occasionally drifting toward the estate's entrance.
Nearby, Gloria was slicing fruits with quick, precise strokes, a content smile on her lips.
Felicia was setting out plates and utensils on a low table, her tail swaying gently behind her.
Delya sat cross-legged on a cushion, her usual chocolate jar resting beside her as she watched the preparations with dreamy eyes.
