Aurora Slaps Juliet

The late morning sun poured through the tall windows of the grand dining hall, casting a warm glow over the long mahogany table where the Scott family gathered for breakfast. Unlike the tension-filled meals of previous days, this one was surprisingly peaceful.

The atmosphere was calm, the only sounds being the soft clinking of cutlery against fine China and the occasional murmur of conversation. Perhaps it was the exhaustion from yesterday's festivities, or perhaps it was the lingering joy of Christmas, but whatever it was, everyone seemed content to simply eat without quarrel.

As the meal neared its end, the older members of the family, including Old Mr. and Mrs. Scott, moved into the sitting area to sip on coffee and tea while chatting in low voices.

 Xander and his brothers remained at the table for a while longer, finishing up their food.