[Dinner Table]
The long dining table was set impeccably—crystal catching the light, food arranged with care rather than excess.
It felt almost like an old family dinner, the kind the mansion hadn't seen in years.
Patricia took one look at the spread and let out a low whistle.
"Okay, I officially forgive rich people," she said. "This smells illegal."
Lucas laughed, already reaching for a serving spoon. "Wait till you taste it before pledging loyalty."
Evelyn smiled as she took her seat beside Alexander. "Everything looks amazing," she said honestly, glancing toward Pauline. "Thank you."
Pauline inclined her head slightly. "I am glad you like it."
Margaret tasted the soup, nodded once in approval. "Good. At least someone still remembers how meals are meant to be prepared in this house."
Lucas raised his glass. "To whoever brought sanity back into this kitchen."
Patricia clinked hers with his. "Cheers to that."
