At the Ramsy estate, sunlight poured through the tall arched windows of the grand hall, casting golden patterns on the polished floor. Staff hustled around, arms full of fresh flowers, ladders creaked as wreaths were hung, and chairs were positioned around small tables. Everything gleamed in preparation for tonight's banquet.
But that scene shattered in an instant.
A loud, piercing shriek echoed through the hall, bouncing off the high ceiling like a ball. Everyone flinched. One vase was nearly dropped.
"Mum! Look what Micah posted!" Aria's voice rang with a mix of alarm and excitement as she stormed into the room, phone raised like a trophy.
Elina, who had been inspecting a tray of gold-trimmed table settings, clutched her chest with a gasp. "Sweetie! You nearly gave me a heart attack," she said, breathless. "What is it? Did he mess up again?"
Aria didn't answer. Instead, she marched over and shoved the phone directly into Elina's face, eyes wide. "No. Just look!"
