The grand dining hall of the Anderson Mansion echoed with laughter and the gentle clinking of silverware. It had been years since the house felt so alive. Jenna, Gino, Kelvin, and their father, Marcus, sat at the head of a long table adorned with exquisite dishes and vintage wine.
Marcus beamed with pride. “Having you all here tonight… reminds me of the old days. But it feels even better now. You’ve all grown into such fine individuals.”
Kelvin raised his glass. “To family… and Jenna, who still knows how to put on a show like no other.”
Jenna laughed, her cheeks flushed from wine and the warmth of being surrounded by the people she loved.
After dinner, they moved to the lounge. Already tipsy and giggly, Jenna grabbed one of Gino’s six pieces of luggage and began pulling out designer ba
