The next day's luncheon.
The midday sun streamed through the high windows of the dining hall, bathing the long, linen-covered table in a warm, golden light.
Silver cutlery and crystal glasses gleamed in the light, and the tempting aroma of roast chicken and freshly baked bread filled the air.
Murphy sat at the head of the table, his posture slightly more relaxed than usual.
Aurora sat to his right, dressed in a soft, lavender-colored gown. Her golden hair was loosely pinned up, with a few strands trailing along her neck, lending her a soft, domestic beauty.
Their son, Kaiden, sat beside his mother, his face flushed with the characteristic excitement of a twelve-year-old boy.
The three young guests, Alina, Annie, and Sofia, were seated across from Kaiden.
Alina wore an elegant, light-blue dress, her posture impeccable as she strove to maintain the dignity befitting her station.
