17

Emily's pov

The sun had set, casting a blanket of darkness over the palace grounds. As the evening descended upon us, I felt a gentle pang of hunger in my stomach, signaling that it was time for dinner. With a graceful sway, I made my way to the dining room, the anticipation of a delicious meal lingering in the air.

As I entered the dining room, the table stood adorned with fine linens and sparkling silverware, creating an ambiance of elegance and sophistication. The aroma of freshly prepared dishes wafted through the air, enticing my senses and whetting my appetite. It was a moment of tranquility, a time to indulge in both culinary delights and cherished conversations.

However, before I took my seat, I reached for my phone, feeling the need to connect with Roman, my beloved husband. With a few swift movements of my fingers, I dialed his number, eagerly awaiting his voice on the other end of the line.

"Hello, Roman," I greeted him with affectionate warmth. "Where are you? The dinner i