The next day.
Late in the afternoon, Evelyn was in the back kitchen checking on the dinner preparations.
The aroma of simmering broth filled the room, and pots clattered softly as Danny, their private chef, worked on the side dishes.
Evelyn leaned over the counter, tasting a sauce and nodding approvingly.
Jimmy entered quietly but with purpose.
"Ma'am," he said, standing a few steps in front of her. "Your family has just arrived. Their car crossed the gate and will be here any minute."
Evelyn's eyes lit up as if someone had switched on her entire mood. She had been eager for this moment, especially since it was the first time her grandparents would meet Oliver.
"Thank you, Jimmy." She quickly turned to Danny and whispered a few instructions about plating later, then hurried out of the kitchen with excitement practically radiating from her steps.
