Within the Ninth Supreme Monarch's grand estate, Mitchelle could be seen moving gracefully through the dining hall, arranging the table and setting the dishes with practiced motion, while Irene assisted her diligently. Normally, the family dinner they had shared just the previous evening would have been more than enough, since family gatherings in their household were rare and usually separated by months.
But today was different.
Today, her beloved son, Anthony, was bringing a woman home for the very first time. That alone was enough reason for the entire family to convene once again for another feast, one filled with anticipation, curiosity, and a quiet undercurrent of joy.
"Everything has to be perfect," Mitchelle murmured with a bright, contented smile as she placed a plate carefully on the table, her expression radiating a mix of excitement and maternal pride.
