~Tiara
The dining hall was just as extravagant as always—a grand chandelier hanging from the ceiling, its crystal pendants reflecting golden light across the table, the long mahogany surface set with silverware that gleamed under the warm glow.
The aroma of roast lamb, garlic butter shrimp, and creamy mashed potatoes filled the air, mingling with the scent of freshly baked bread. A variety of side dishes—grilled asparagus, honey-glazed carrots, and a rich mushroom sauce—were arranged artfully across the table.
I picked up my fork and stabbed a piece of lamb, chewing slowly as the atmosphere remained tense. Daphne, ever the poised matriarch, sat at the head of the table, elegantly sipping from her wine glass.
Across from me, Antonio sat with his sleeves rolled up, his strong forea
