⟦28th November 2030 — Day of Thanksgiving — 6 pm⟧
The sky was reddening with the evening glow, the aura of twilight permeating the atmosphere, as the sun slowly set behind the Beverly Hills of Los Angeles.
It was a sight for sore eyes. A sight filled with wonderland that gave one a desire to admire the power of mother nature. Everywhere, people were going at home or visiting friends and family in order to share the beautiful day that was Thanksgiving.
Some would simply spend the day alone while others would do so as a couple or family.
Inside Adam's house, the place was preparing for the day of festivity between loved and close ones which was called Thanksgiving. It was nothing impressive really, but Cecilia had worked hard on the backyard and a grill stood proudly among the grassy plane while Makarov worked on the fire.
