The Family Table

Sienna's pov

After we finished in the kitchen, Fiammetta and I stayed in our aprons and followed Mamma into the dining room to set the table. The smell of garlic and tomatoes lingered on our clothes, clinging to the air as we carried plates and glasses back and forth. The table was wide and polished, the surface reflecting the soft light of the chandelier overhead. I laid the cutlery out carefully