Cyril arranged the plates meticulously and lit the scented candles. "Food's ready."
Alaric snapped his book shut. As he stood up and walked past Vivienne, he threw her a fleeting glance before coldly striding past.
"..."
Vivienne had no idea what his problem was. She climbed up and dusted off her pants, glad she had specifically changed into a black tracksuit for camping.
The resort's spread was extravagant, and just the smell alone was enough to make everyone's mouths water.
The six of them took their seats, sitting across from one another.
Bianca took the initiative and raised her glass of fruit cider. "Brothers and sisters, let's toast! No matter where we end up in the future, I hope we always remember tonight."
Perhaps destiny would eventually force them down different paths and force them to make impossible choices. But right now, in this moment, they were the best family they could ask for.
Earlier, Cyril had only asked Lana one question: *Did Vivi know we were waiting for her?* Yet everyone at the table understood the hidden implication.
Vivienne could be willful, but she would never leave her family hanging. That meant Lana had intentionally provoked her. Knowing this, the Ravenshires had wordlessly aligned themselves to blindly defend her without a second thought.
Lana hadn't understood how she had drawn the collective crosshairs of the Ravenshire family, because she didn't understand the Ravenshires.
Everyone raised their glasses, the sparkling liquid swirling inside.
"Julian!"
Suddenly, a frantic female voice shattered the peaceful atmosphere.
Lana sprinted onto the lawn, gasping for breath. Isolde was a step behind her, but her face was completely ashen.
Julian frowned. "What are you screaming about?"


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