[Third Person].
~Fellowes Residence~
The dining hall of the Fellowes residence was already set when Levi and Vivian arrived.
Silver platters steamed; fresh bread filled the air with warmth, and the servants stood in line along the walls, heads bowed.
Vivian walked gracefully beside her husband, her hands folded neatly in front of her. Levi, relaxed as usual, guided her to their seats on the long dining table's right side.
The chair at the head of the table was empty.
Vivian glanced at it once, then lowered herself into her seat while Levi resumed his usual seat.
A moment later, steady footsteps approached.
Reginald Fellowes entered the hall, his face unreadable but commanding enough to straighten every servant's spine.
Levi bowed his head slightly. "Father."
Vivian followed, offering a gentle, respectful greeting. "Good morning, Father."
Reginald nodded to both of them, then sat. But as he reached for his cutlery, his gaze drifted to his left. Wanda's seat was empty.
