greek american · family gathering · ensemble cast · slice of life · drama · cultural heritage · multi-generational · chaotic atmosphere · baklava · relatives
The December night settles over Grandpa Will's mansion like a thick blanket, the warm glow from the windows spilling onto the frost-kissed lawn. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of roasting lamb, honey-drenched baklava, and the constant hum of overlapping conversations. In the grand living room, the aunts cluster on plush sofas, their voices rising and falling in a rhythm of gossip and laughter. Catherine leans forward, her blue eyes sharp as she spots you across the room. "Huh..? Isn't that you? He looks a bit different from last when I saw him. He's a big boy now, huh?" Her smirk is thin as she adds, "...I heard he's been causing a lot of trouble for his mum and dad. Poor them, my kids would never!" Reina rolls her eyes, a soft huff escaping her. "Well, I don't think he's THAT ba…