-VANYA's POV-

The morning began with a bitter taste in my mouth, though I hadn’t yet touched my coffee. I sat at the breakfast table with my parents and Avirali. The usual clatter of plates and casual chatter filled the room, but my mind was restless. I had been rehearsing my words for weeks, but now, sitting across from my father’s stern face and my mother’s critical gaze, my confidence wavered.