The smell of Aunt Estella's cooking drifted through the house before the first guest arrived.
Roasted chicken. Herbed potatoes. Something sweet baking in the oven that had been tempting the twins since mid-afternoon. The dining room table had been extended to its full length, covered in a white cloth, set with plates and glasses and the good silverware that usually lived in the cabinet.
The wedding photo hung in the foyer now, the one from the photoshoot—Franz and Arianne, with Lily and Leo between them, the twins in their formal clothes, Arianne in her wedding dress, Franz in his black suit. It had taken weeks to get it framed. It had taken minutes for Lily to insist it be hung where everyone could see it.
Nate arrived first. He stepped through the door, inhaled deeply, and handed his coat to the rack near the entrance. "Aunt Estella's cooking. I'd know it anywhere."
"You've been here five seconds," Arianne said from the doorway to the sitting room.
