Dinner was supposed to be a celebration.
A rare moment of peace where the usual chaos of the Alcove family could settle for just one evening, allowing us to enjoy the warmth of good food, friends, and each other's company.
The dining room shimmered with an elegant warmth, the golden light from the chandelier dancing across the crystal glasses and polished silverware.
I had worked hard to make it perfect—carefully selecting the menu, ensuring every detail was just right. Ethan and I had invited a small group of close friends, the ones who were loyal to us and had supported us through the ups and downs.
It felt like a fresh start, a new chapter.
For once, I could pretend that the looming shadows of betrayal and family drama happened before were far away. My brothers, as usual, were nowhere to be seen, thankfully, busy with their own affairs.
I had Ethan by my side, his calm presence always a source of comfort.
