FAMILY DINNER
The long dining table at Yannis and Katie's villa groaned under the weight of roasted meats, creamy casseroles, herbed potatoes, and a dozen other dishes that somehow appeared throughout the day. The scent of garlic, fresh basil, and warm bread filled the air like a warm hug. Katie moved around the table with a soft smile, one hand resting over her round belly, the other directing everyone like a conductor of chaos. "Mama, please, you don't need to help with the dishes—just sit and relax!". She said to her mother when she saw her helping. Katie's mother smiled indulgently as she folded a tea towel. "I'm not made of glass, my dear. And I like feeling useful. Besides, that man of yours looks like he's about to combust over the roast lamb." Yannis was, in fact, pacing by the oven with hi
- Writer
