Roman's POV
By evening, everything had been arranged in the garden before the side house. Strings of lights hung from the trees and the eaves, glowing softly, casting warmth across the garden. The place carried the charm of a true home, cozy and welcoming, reminiscent of those past celebrations we once shared at Lucian and Jason's estate.
The sight stirred something deep in me, pulling me back to those happier days. I had never known a family of my own, but in their home I had found the closest thing to it. Jennifer had always been kind, her presence warm and inviting. For a moment, the memory of her smile returned to me, bittersweet.
The barbecue was set outside, a bonfire blazing at the center, giving the night the spirit of a campfire gathering. A dining table had been laid nearby, draped with a fine cloth, set with flowers and polished crockery, everything arranged with quiet elegance.
