Conversation swirled like honey. The Carlisles had a way of bringing everyone in, even if they'd just met you that night. Nana had joined the rhythm easily, adding to stories, laughing warmly, even teasing Dominic once or twice, which everyone seemed to enjoy more than he did.
Celeste watched it all with a swelling heart. She'd been to dinners before, sure. But this one… this wasn't just about eating. It was about belonging. It was about being seen.
"Celeste," Mrs. Carlisle said from across the table, resting her chin on her hand. "We never really asked…. you've been quiet."
Celeste smiled. "I've just been... taking it in." She wanted to say she had no stories to add as funny as theirs, but decided to suck it in. She can't ruin the atmosphere.
Mrs. Carlisle smiled back. "Well, you're part of the story now."
"I second that," Amara added, raising her glass. "To Celeste… who might pretend she likes to hide in shadows, but shines way too brightly for that."
