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The streets of Chicago buzzed with life as we made our way to my parents' house, the comforting rhythm of the city filling the air with promise. It was a transformative night—dinner with family, but it felt far more significant than just a meal. It was a convergence of our worlds, a test of bridges we had built and those still under construction.
Aria sat beside me, her excitement infectious as she fanned her hands in front of her like a concert director, coordinating an invisible orchestra. "I'm ready for a feast! I've been practicing my culinary critiques," she said with a grin that lit up her face.
As we drove, Lizzie was unusually quiet, her gaze focused on the passing buildings, a hint of apprehension threading through her features. My heart ached seeing her worry; it mirro
