For a long moment, no one spoke.
The conversation lingered in the hearts of everyone gathered around the table. What had begun as a welcome dinner had quietly become the foundation of a shared dream, one that was beginning to take shape before their very eyes.
Eventually, the comfortable silence gave way to contented smiles as chairs scraped softly across the hardwood floor. Empty plates were gathered, glasses collected, and everyone instinctively began helping clear the table, despite Antonella's gentle protests that the staff would take care of everything.
Marco pushed back his chair and stood, his mind already racing with tomorrow's plans. Looking toward the kitchen, he smiled. "I'll prepare lunch."
Several heads turned toward him in surprise before warm smiles spread around the roo
