That Night, pride and a quiet, overflowing joy filled Raellyn’s chest as she sat at the grand dining table, her gaze sweeping across the room. Everything was perfect and so achingly, heartwarmingly perfect. This was her other lifelong dream besides the wedding itself: a night where both families would gather under one roof, sharing a meal, laughter, and warmth as if they had always been one.
The corridors of Arnav’s home hummed with life. From the living room came a lively chorus of conversation. Her uncle chatting animatedly with Arsene and Sylvia, joined by her father-in-law’s deep, resonant laughter. Nearby, her cousins, Lita and Gilbert, sat close together, and their soft smiles and shy touches hinted at a blossoming closeness that warmed her heart.
Across the room, Sharon and Louisa
