My sisters and I, with the help of Kevin and the old butler's son, Enzo Madilson, have decorated the dining room to welcome this special day. In the centre, there is an expensive rectangular table with a floral patterned tablecloth, and a green rose vase with candles on either side. The cutlery is polished to perfection. Today marks my parents' 20th wedding anniversary, and I want to give them the grandest celebration possible, hoping that one day I will have the same for myself!
The whole family looks at each other with a happy expression. My parents sit at the short ends of the table, with my father leaning against the fireplace and my mother facing a portrait of our ancestor, Mr. Bertie. They gaze at each other as if they are still deeply in love as they were in their late teens. My father, back then, was the son of a wealthy landowner, while my mother was the daughter of a printer in town. Despite my grandfather's strong objection, my father was determined to marry my mother, and in the end, my grandfather relented and allowed the wedding to take place. Since I heard their love story, I have always dreamed of my own marriage, where I will be able to marry the man I truly love!
I sit opposite Enzo, a young man with a chiselled face and a tall, masculine figure. We have been playing with each other since we were young, and it seems we can understand each other's thoughts very well. I glance at him and then lower my head, trying to catch a glimpse of myself on the surface of the ceramic plate. Maybe it is because my hair is not styled well today that I feel embarrassed! Sitting next to me is Thena, with Kevin sitting opposite the little girl. I do not know about anyone else, but Kevin seems to be smitten with Thena. Actually, I am not sure, but David kept teasing the two of them, and I could sense Kevin's unrequited feelings. I feel a little sorry for the young boy. Kevin endeavours to greet Thena with his sunny smile, but the young girl only responds with a faint grin. Sitting at the end of the table, Diana is beside me, with David sitting across from Thena. The dishes are being served, and everyone is happily enjoying their meal.
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After finishing, we gather in the living room to play a group game. Mother leans her head on Father's shoulder, both content sitting on the sofa. Diana sits on the floor in front of them, while the darling son of our parents sits in the adjacent seat. Kevin and Enzo have also found chairs to participate in guessing the keyword that Thena is trying to convey through her body language. And me? There is a piano next to the window, beside the fireplace, and I am tasked to become the pianist for the family. I am not good at puzzles, so I retreat to play the piano. Fur Elise, a timeless piece and always my favourite. My fingers glide over the keys, but my eyes still pay attention to everyone. It's amusing that no one can guess the keyword "chameleon," regardless of Thena's circus-like performance. When the answer is revealed, everyone falls over laughing with joy. Among them, only Enzo seems uninterested in the game. I see his gaze is elsewhere. I smile femininely. My fingers weave a handkerchief on the keyboard. The rhythm of the piano gets faster and faster, like weaving a net into my heart. I laugh sarcastically. Oh dear! I missed a key!