The banquet hall buzzed with anticipation.
"Thank you all for honoring our invitation to celebrate my father's birthday," Jonathan and Margaret strode onto the central stage ahead of the host, positioning themselves as the evening's focal point.
"On behalf of the Luther Family, my wife and I would like to propose a toast to welcome you."
With practiced grace, they raised their glasses toward the assembled guests, their smiles polished and poised—every inch the picture of the Luther Family's rightful hosts.
*On behalf of the Luther Family?*
Sinclair took a slow sip of his wine, silent.
His dark, inscrutable eyes rested lightly on Jonathan and Margaret, amusement lurking beneath the surface.
"Heh." Calvin's lips curled lazily as he leaned back, swirling his drink.
"Not exactly subtle, are they?
Though I'll give them credit—their audacity is impressive."
