To their surprise Layla and others planned a celebration the next morning. The next morning dawned with a sense of anticipation at the shelter. Jude, still somewhat flustered by the warm reception from Layla and the others, found himself drawn into the festivities despite his protests.
As the sun bathed the shelter in golden light, Layla and the wives busied themselves with preparations for the impromptu celebration. Tables were adorned with wildflowers collected from the surrounding fields, and a makeshift feast began to take shape, a testament to the resourcefulness of those who called the shelter home.
Jude observed the bustling activity with a mixture of amusement and trepidation. He was grateful for the warmth and camaraderie of his wives, yet the unexpected attention left him feeling somewhat exposed.
"Jude, dear, come join us!" Layla called out, her voice filled with infectious enthusiasm.
