Calling it a party was honestly too much--at least in Radia's opinion.
There was no lavish decoration, just fresh flowers taken from the Peak's greenhouse and an abundance of food. The people who came were those who could basically walk in and out of the mansion without any appointment. Families, even the ones without blood ties.
It was more like a large family dinner. For Radia, it was a common occurrence whenever the Mallarcs gathered. For Joon, however, it was something he only experienced after waking up from the hospital.
At least, until he regained all of his memory.
In his childhood house, the dining table was unnecessarily large, with a dozen chairs that were rarely used. The only ones using the dining table were his father and the guests--not even his mother, much less the children. It was cold and devoid of emotions, only to fuel pride.
