Aurora's POV:

Dinner is perfect. It sounds ridiculous to say it. Nothing is perfect, but dinner is as close to perfect as any meal can ever be. We eat in the dining room. Mother says it is because there are too many of us to fit around the table in the family room, but she has lost count.

Something my father decides to remark on, "but darling, seven is the perfect number for eating in the family room."

"Well," mother is flummoxed, "I thought it would be nice to eat in ...