Sunlight spilled generously through the tall arched windows of the dining room, dancing across the long mahogany table that gleamed under its golden warmth. A set of crystal chandeliers sparkled overhead, though their light was not needed this morning.
The table was already alive with color and texture, golden-brown loaves of fresh bread, steaming platters of eggs cooked to perfection, bowls of ripe fruits, and gleaming pitchers of juice and warm milk. The air was thick with the comforting scent of cinnamon, butter, and roasted meat.
Knowing there were guests in the house and that everyone would be present for breakfast, the kitchen staff had put all their effort into preparing a feast-like spread. The aroma that filled the air, a clear sign of the care and precision that had gone into the meal.