The Next Day
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The grand dining hall of the Osborn Estate sparkled in the warm embrace of morning light.
A dazzling crystal chandelier cast a kaleidoscope of colors across the pristine linen tablecloth, setting an elegant stage for breakfast.
The long mahogany table groaned under the weight of sumptuous silver platters, scrambled eggs laced with truffle, delicate smoked salmon, flaky croissants fresh from the oven, and carafes brimming with freshly squeezed juice.
Gathered around this lavish spread was the entire family, a rare sight these days. At the head of the table sat Arthur, impeccably dressed in a navy suit, his expression inscrutable as he sipped his black coffee.
To his right was Liz, now fourteen but possessing eyes that seemed to carry the wisdom of ages, pushing her pancakes around her plate with little enthusiasm.
Across from her, Ashley observed everything with keen alertness, her fingers drumming a silent rhythm against her teacup.
