"Let's eat," Meg announced softly as she placed the steaming bowl of Caldereta at the center of the long wooden table. The aroma filled the dining hall instantly—rich tomato, tender beef, and slow-cooked spices that clung to the air like warmth returning to an old home. The clatter of cutlery echoed faintly as the maids arranged the plates with practiced precision.
Kyle stepped beside Yvienna and quietly pulled a chair out for her. It was such a simple gesture, yet so full of care that Meg couldn't help but narrow her eyes at them, a playful smile tugging at the corner of her lips.
"I miss him already," she murmured under her breath, watching the two like they were a scene from a memory she once lived herself. The happiness, the gentle eyes, the shy smiles—it felt like watching her younger self again.
Yvienna cleared her throat, awkwardly smiling back at her mother.
"This looks really delicious!" Kyle said brightly, eyes wide like a little boy ready to devour a feast.
