Food for the wedding
The smell of roasted spices, sizzling butter, and freshly baked bread wafted through the air as the kitchen table was loaded with dish after dish. I eyed the spread with a mixture of anticipation and mild scepticism.
Ciara, as always, was buzzing with energy, her hands animated as she gestured towards the food.
"I'm telling you, Aeliana," she said, her voice brimming with enthusiasm. "This is the one. This caterer is perfect for the wedding. Their culinary skills are unmatched!"
I raised an eyebrow, glancing at the gleaming plates. "Unmatched, you say?"
"Absolutely," she insisted, pulling a chair out for me with a flourish. "Wait until you try the roasted duck. Or the honey-glazed vegetables. Or—"
I held up a hand, stopping her mid-sentence. "Ciara, you know I trust your judgement on many things, but food? That's a territory your grandmother Leora has already conquered."