A week later, Amara was sitting in the living room, deeply focused on preparing the guest list for her older brother Leo's wedding. The room was filled with the soft hum of conversation as her mother, Isabelle, and Leo himself offered their input. Isabelle's elegant handwriting annotated the list with names and addresses, while Leo provided suggestions for who should sit where, ensuring that friends and family would be comfortably placed.
The serene atmosphere was interrupted by the sound of the front door opening. Vincent, Amara's father, walked in, his presence commanding the room's attention. "How are things?" he asked, his voice a deep, comforting rumble.
Amara looked up from the list and smiled. "Good, Dad. Just checking the guest list."
Just then, a small voice piped up from the o
