The dining room was specially illuminated by soft lighting, creating a warm and intimate atmosphere.
Shawn pulled out a chair for Kathleen to sit and did likewise for the children who have already chosen two seats on the right and left of the chair at the head of the table.
Elvis and Eleanor, still in doubt that they were finally seated at the same table having dinner with their father, exchanged shy glances and hesitant smiles.
As Shawn watched them, his eyes overflowed with deep affection and joy.
He pressed a small bell somewhere around the table and Mr Felix, the manager, who had been on standby, entered with a warm smile, followed by the chef and the waiting staff carrying silver cloches covering each course.
"Good evening, Mr. and Mrs Hudson," then he politely nodded at the children.
