On the day of the family banquet, the hall was warmly lit, and the long table was already laden with food: venison steaks roasted to a crisp perfection, whole cuts of raw meat, and berries and honey served on dark ceramic plates.
Daniel's family stood scattered around the table, chatting in small groups.
I was dressed in a black, diamond-encrusted gown that shimmered under the light, standing beside Daniel in his black suit. He turned his face toward me, the candlelight casting a warm glow, his gaze tender.
But the moment he looked at me, I immediately took a step back.
At my rejection, Daniel stiffened slightly before softening his tone again.
"Follow me, E."
To be honest, I didn't want to attend this dinner—not unless Daniel had used signing the divorce papers as leverage.
Especia
