The golden rays of the Manhattan sunset filtered through the glass walls of the Blackwell manion, painting the grand dining room in hues of amber and crimson. Eleanor Blackwell, Jaden's ever-gracious mother, flitted about like a whirlwind, her excitement palpable as she directed the servers to place the final touches on the dinner table. Her husband, Richard, leaned back in his chair, watching her with an amused smile as she bubbled with energy.
"Darling, do calm down," Richard said, his deep voice carrying a note of affection. "They’re married, not returning from war."
Eleanor waved him off with a playful glare. "Nonsense, Richard. It’s not every day our son gets married. I finally have a daughter-in-law—and a charming one at that."