The private dining room of Osborn Restaurant was a feast for the senses, illuminated by the soft glow of crystal chandeliers.
Their light danced off gilded mirrors and polished silver, creating an atmosphere that felt both luxurious and intimate.
At the heart of it all was a stunning black marble table, veined with gold and adorned with dishes that resembled exquisite works of art: seared scallops delicately perched on edible flowers, truffle-infused wagyu sliced so thin it was nearly translucent, and towers of caviar balanced atop ice sculptures shaped like elegant swans.
Arthur sat at the head of the table, swirling a glass of vibrant red wine, worth more than most people earn in a month.
To his left, Liz attempted to balance a spoon on her nose while Ashley captured the moment on her holophone.
Sophia leaned toward Billy, whispering with wide eyes, "Do all family dinners involve this much... chaos?"
Billy sighed. "You have no idea. This is just a small scene!"
