Chapter 281
"Lunch is ready!" Clara's cheerful voice rang out like a warm bell, carrying through the air as Grey and Jesse followed behind her, each holding silver trays that gleamed under the afternoon light.
A rich medley of aromas—spiced vegetables, grilled meats, and something sweet and unfamiliar—drifted from the covered dishes, instantly claiming the attention of every nose in the room.
The long wooden dining table was soon adorned with shining plates and crystal-clear cups brimming with juice and water.
The room, bathed in golden sunlight streaming through the windows, took on the cozy warmth of home.
Grey helped set the table while his friends gathered around, drawn by the tantalizing scent. All except Greg, who stared at the meal in front of him with a look of barely concealed horror.
