AELIA REVA
Music thumps softly through the floorboards, low enough to talk over, warm enough to sink into. Candles flicker along the mantle, their light catching on glass and silver, turning the room into a soft, humming glow. Someone—Vernon—has already started dancing with a serving spoon like it's a microphone. Victoria howls with laughter. Elias pretends not to watch her and fails miserably.
"Food," Vincent declares, sweeping an arm at the long table like he's unveiling treasure. "Feast your mortal eyes."
It actually is a feast. Roasted lamb, crisp at the edges and dripping just enough to make the twins curse with happiness. Bowls of spiced potatoes steaming beside a mountain of buttery bread. Little glass dishes of olives and pickled things and—goddess help him—Vernon's "secret" dipping sauce that is absolutely just mayo and lemon with a heroic amount of garlic.
