A person was missing from the group. The discussion had completely forgotten about them.
Now he entered the conservatory. With a straight posture and a pride that was inherent to him from birth, he confidently strode forward. His hair combed, his clothing neatly arranged.
The small group at the table was completely engrossed in their conversation. There sat Alina in a dress the color of a dawning morning, without portending bad weather.
Then his parents and Nala.
For a moment, nervousness made his hands tremble, which he quickly brought back under control.
With a single step, he crossed the arch to join the cozy gathering.