A delicious aroma filled the dining room as we all settled down at the table, the food spread out like a feast before us.
I couldn't help but smile, glancing around at everyone: my parents, Ciara, and little Lily, who was already eyeing the dishes with wide eyes. Everything looked perfect, and for once, it felt like everyone I cared about was in the same room, sharing this moment with me.
Mom had insisted on setting the table just right, bringing out her best dishes, and she gave Ciara a warm smile as she passed her a plate. "We'll have to thank you properly later for all your help with the cooking, Ciara. You practically did it all."
Ciara chuckled, the sound low and warm, as she set her napkin on her lap. "I'd say it was teamwork, but I'll admit I do love taking charge in the kitchen."
