As we gather around the table, the scent of delicious food wafts through the air, filling the room with warmth and comfort. We indulge in lively conversation, savoring each bite as we share stories and laughter.
Edgar's words of pride and approval fill me with a sense of validation, his paternal affection touching my heart. "Cedric, I am so proud of you," he declares, his voice brimming with sincerity. "You found yourself a good wife. She fits perfectly with the family." Irina echoes his sentiment, her eyes alight with genuine warmth. "It's so nice to finally have someone I can talk about art with," she remarks, her gaze turning to me with curiosity. "Do you paint?"
A smile tugs at my lips as I nod in response. "Yes, I do," I reply, my voice tinged with enthusiasm. "I've always had a pas
