As they stepped into the dining room, Celina’s face lit up at the sight of the table so carefully set.

“Wow… that smells amazing!” she exclaimed, inhaling deeply before teasing, “Are we expecting an army for lunch?”

Dona Lúcia was placing the serving dishes with the ease of someone who had done it a thousand times, pride shining in her eyes. The aroma of fresh herbs and spices filled the air, making Celina smile just by breathing it in.

“I might have gone overboard,” Dona Lúcia admitted, a dish