Evening...
In the dining room, Liliana, clad in a red dress, walked up to the dining table and carefully set down two plates of food.
She surveyed the spread of dishes with a satisfied expression.
"Everything is ready. Now, it's just a matter of waiting for the four little ones."
Stepping back into the kitchen, she removed her apron and hung it neatly in its place.
Afterward, she returned to the dining room and sat quietly, waiting for Leon and the children to arrive.
Her gaze drifted to the large windows across from her, where snowflakes gently fell, blanketing the world outside in white. Subconsciously, a faint smile tugged at her lips.
"This year's winter feels different," she murmured softly.
Since childhood, she had always loved winter, eagerly looking forward to it every year.
However, after conceiving Charlotte, Iris, and Fiona, winter no longer felt magical. Instead, it became the season she despised the most.
