It was a very exhausting experience that I hurriedly freshened up, however before I was done it was evening.
I descended the grand staircase, the heels of my shoes clicking softly against the polished wood as the light from the chandeliers illuminated the hall. My hair, now loose from the shower, brushed against my back, and I could feel the faint coolness of the air settling into my skin. Dinner was soon to be served, and I was eager to enjoy a meal in my father’s company.
Meanwhile, as I stepped into the dining hall, my gaze was immediately drawn to my father, seated at the head of the long table. His relaxed demeanor and the half-filled goblet of wine in his hand told me he had returned from the wine tasting in good spirits.
“There she is,” he said, his baritone voice warm with affec
