King Salvatore.
I use a piece of towel to ruffle my hair after washing the gum sweat off my body in the shower. As I head out into the dinning area, the aroma of culinary delights as chefs meticulously arrange an array of dishes on the table feels like life. The room is adorned with tasteful decor, and a grand table stretches across the space, accommodating my entire family, except Lilas, who is not present.
The chefs, clad in crisp attire, work with precision, placing dishes that reflect artistry and culinary expertise. The table, a canvas of gastronomic delights, showcases a feast for the senses. Lumen looks at her phone and sighs before joining.
“She says she isn’t going to college today. I tried to convince her but she’s ignoring my texts.” Lumen says.
“I don't understand. She was
