*Storm's POV*

As I walked into the dining room, the first thing that caught my attention was the exquisite dining table. It was a long and narrow table made of dark, polished wood. The table was covered with a white linen tablecloth that hung down to the floor on all sides. The silverware was carefully arranged on either side of the plates, with a neatly folded napkin placed on top. The crystal glasses sparkled in the light and were placed above the silverware. Scott had never made used of this dinning since I got here.

As I looked closer, I saw the different dishes that were placed on the table....