They returned home with a trunk packed full of groceries, and as soon as they walked in, Briony pulled Marlene and Carol into the kitchen to get things started.

The kitchen soon glowed with warmth and laughter. The three women bustled around, chatting about who knows what, the air filled with the clatter of pans and bursts of giggles as they cooked.

They kept at it until seven o'clock, and by then, the dining table was a feast-dish after delicious dish laid out in a colorful spread.

Gwendolyn White beamed as she called out, "Dinner's ready! Everyone, come to the table!"

People began making their way over, drawn by the smells and the promise of good company.

Maynard arrived right on cue, arms full of gifts and several boxes of holiday treats. He joked that he'd dropped by to freeload for dinner and, while he was at it, to wish everyone an early happy new year.

Gwendolyn laughed, teasing him for having such a keen nose-he always managed to show up just as the food hit the table.

Maynard had a gift for putting people at ease, a skill honed by growing up in a family where warmth and generosity ran deep. With two elderly relatives at home, he'd learned early on how to charm the older generation, and he and Gwendolyn traded jokes and stories until she was practically glowing with praise for him.

Stewart watched from the sidelines, a hint of envy flickering in his eyes. He'd never been good at handling family gatherings or navigating social niceties. Yet Maynard, with just a few words, had the whole room-especially the elders- laughing along with him.

For the first time, Stewart truly realized how valuable emotional intelligence could be.

He closed his eyes for a moment, then quietly slipped away to a quieter corner, sitting with his two children.

Meanwhile, Gwendolyn drew Briony to sit beside Maynard; Stewart noticed, reading her intentions all too clearly. He lowered his gaze, hiding the loneliness in his eyes.

Around the marble dining table, large enough to seat twenty, everyone took their places. The lazy Susan in the center turned slowly, carrying platters of food past eager hands.

Conversation and laughter flowed easily. The men raised their glasses in hearty toasts, while the women sipped juice in place of wine.

Together, they lifted their glasses and toasted to Briony's recovery, wishing her health and peace for many years to come.

By midnight, the lively dinner drew to a close. Maynard rose to say his goodbyes, and Gwendolyn fussed over him, insisting he come by more often. Maynard promised he would.

Briony, still not fully recovered, was ushered off to bed by Gwendolyn before ten.

the guests had left, Gwendolyn and her husband, along with Kendal and his wife,

Carol stayed behind, tidying up the

bedroom, Briony stepped out of the bathroom after her shower

It was Stewart.

he said, handing her

you taking notes from Mr. Maynard and bringing early

caught my eye. I thought you might like it,"

does that mean

hope for anything from her. "That's

Briony insisted. "Is there

surprised.

"I'm accepting gifts from both you and Mr. Maynard. It wouldn't be

lips curved in a faint smile. "I'll

then asked, "Was there

Stewart said softly, meeting her eyes. "You

out."

was out of the hospital and no longer needed constant care. He had no excuse

He turned to go.

called

He stopped, turning back.

late, and it's still snowing outside. Why don't you

genuinely startled. "You mean... you

Mario's. You can use it for now. It

be

with the kids

during the

hardly believe his

they

Briony added, "Of course, it's just a suggestion.

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