MALIA’S POV

The rich aromas of freshly prepared dishes filled the ballroom, mingling with the scent of the flowers and candles. The air was thick with anticipation, and I could hear murmurs of approval as the food was placed in front of each guest.

The tables came alive as everyone began to settle in, their conversations punctuated by the clinking of silverware and glasses. Zach and I took our seats at the head of the table, our plates set in front of us. The first course was a delicate salad, the vibrant colours of fresh greens, ruby-red pomegranate seeds, and slivers of golden pear arranged like a work of art...