Staring at the row of her favourite dishes set out on the table before her, Emily teared up.
It was not what she had expected.
For a moment, she simply sat there, fingers curling slowly on her thighs, as emotion welled up unexpectedly in her chest.
The sight before her was not extravagant in the way high-society dinners often were—no unnecessary flair, no excessive luxury—but every dish on the table was something she loved.
Every single one.
She hadn't expected this.
The day had started badly—no, worse than badly.
It had begun with tension, unfinished conversations, and the quiet dread that hovered over her heart like a shadow she couldn't shake. She had expected dinner to be polite at best, subdued at worst.
Yet somehow, this… this had reset everything.
Though the day had started perfectly on the wrong side, this dinner had totally reset the atmosphere.
"How do you know these are my favorites?" She asked softly.
