Chapter 273

Dilshad, ever the quiet observer, stood near the food table, her eyes crinkling with warmth as she watched the younger generation dance and mingle, occasionally stepping in to offer a plate of food to someone who looked like they needed it.

Farah had made all the arrangements, insisting on handling every detail herself despite everyone offering to help, brushing aside their suggestions with a determined smile and a promise that she wanted this night to reflect her own touch before she left. She had spent days planning the menu, selecting the music playlist, and arranging fairy lights along the wooden beams to give the old farmhouse a soft golden glow that softened the rough walls and made even the simplest decorations look charming. The table was laden with an array of dishes that represented a fusion of traditional and modern cuisine, each plate presented with an artistry that spoke of hours of careful preparation. The floral arrangements, composed of white roses and pale lav