~Aaron's POV
I nodded, absorbing the details, imagining the guests moving through the space, sampling the dishes, talking and laughing while the music played softly in the background. The thought made me feel a little more grounded on the day we were building. The food was more than sustenance; it was part of the experience, part of the memory we were creating.
The twins started asking questions, of course. Jasmine wanted to know if she could have a macaroon, and Hanith was curious about the chicken. Katherine laughed softly, and I caught her hand again under the table, squeezing it gently. "They'll love it," I whispered.
"I think we all will," she replied.
Helena leaned back slightly, letting us take it in, her calm efficiency giving us space to imagine the day. I could feel Katherine's head tilt toward mine, and I brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "It's coming together," I murmured, more to myself than anyone else.
