In the center of the main dining room stood a long oak table that could seat up to twenty people. They only opened this space up for large gatherings like tonight’s; on normal days, the family used a smaller adjacent dining room.
The French linen tablecloth was accented with silver candelabras, reflecting the light from the grand crystal chandelier above.
Everyone who had been in the drawing room earlier slowly made their way into the main dining area. In addition to the familiar faces, Damien had arrived.
He waved enthusiastically at Grace, grinning. Beside him was Raphael, speaking to a woman Grace didn’t quite recognize—she was laughing brightly, clearly enjoying herself.
Damien walked over to Grace, lowering his voice like he was sharing a secret.
“Hey, so? Did you like the flowe
