Sunday evening, the Pearl Villa felt warmer than usual, alive, buzzing, gently chaotic.
The Atelier had closed early for security checks.
Secret Service vans moved around the city.
Roads had barricades.
Helicopters hummed somewhere far above.
Inside the villa, the atmosphere was a mix of excitement and pride.
Hope was twirling in her new dress again and again, admiring every shimmer.
Asher was standing on a small stool, wearing his tailor-made suit while Elena knelt in front of him, adjusting the sleeves with delicate fingers.
Elena stepped back, hands on her waist, eyes soft but bright.
"You look good."
Asher blinked, unsure.
"Really??"
Hope gasped dramatically.
"YES! You look like a little president!"
Miles and Daniel watched the news from the living room as the twins prepared.
The TV anchor's voice filled the room:
"The President will be visiting our Port City Star Harbor tomorrow…
He will be discussing the collaboration project with Sterling Enterprises…
