We going for a vacation

The Marco family’s drawing room was bathed in warm sunlight, highlighting the elegance of the space. Tall windows allowed the light to spill in, reflecting off the polished wood floors and casting long shadows across the antique furniture. The walls were adorned with tasteful artwork, and the air was thick with the scent of fresh flowers arranged in vases around the room.

Jason Ravenelli sat with Karen Marco, their hands intertwined as they faced the rest of the family. The announcement of their vacation should have been a moment of joy, but the tension in the room was palpable.

Jason, with his dark hair neatly combed and dressed in a crisp shirt, looked at Karen, who was glowing with excitement. Her auburn hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her green eyes sparkled as she spoke about their plans.

“We’ve decided to take a little break after the near-death experience,” Karen began, her voice filled with anticipation. “A vacation, just the two of us. It’s something we’ve decided to do