The party was in full swing when I caught a whiff of Swedish meatballs, and my stomach growled. “What is wrong with me?” I said quietly to myself as I walked over and loaded up a plate. There were meat and cheese platters, fruit trays, meatballs, pasta salad, and so much more that wouldn't fit during my first trip through the line.
As I finished my food and was about to go up for round two, I saw Lara slip through the side door that led out to the garden. As I was about to go investigate, Atlas stepped in front of me. “No,” he said simply as he grabbed my wrist and dragged me to the second floor. “We've been helping him prepare this all day,” Atlas said as he led me to a window overlooking the garden.
The garden was lit up with hundreds of candles which encircled Lara’s favorite readin
