Verena and Louis strolled out of their cosy room, the soft morning light streaming in through the windows and casting a warm glow that gently enveloped them.
Their footsteps echoed softly on the polished wooden floors as they made their way towards the inviting aroma of breakfast wafting from the dining room.
Upon entering, a lively scene greeted their eyes. Nearly everyone had congregated on the plush sofas that encircled the room, forming a jovial hubbub of animated conversations and laughter.
It was evident that the dining table, laden with a sumptuous breakfast spread, remained untouched, awaiting the arrival of the missing member.
Verena's keen eyes scanned the room, swiftly identifying the conspicuous absence of Grandpa Cian.
Her understanding of the situation instantly crystallised—everyone was gathered on the sofas because the family patriarch hadn't yet taken his customary seat at the head of the dining table.
