The sun was shining, and the breeze was gentle.
The luxurious three-deck cruise ship was bustling with guests—all either business partners or friends of the Marson family.
Each wore a perfectly measured smile on their faces.
Beauty glided through the crowd in a beige dress, greeted by polite yet admiring glances from everyone.
Their smiles, whether genuine or feigned, carried a hint of reverence—after all, no one dared offend the woman by Lucas's side.
As the star of the day, Laura wore a striking crimson gown that trailed elegantly behind her.
Her delicate features, free of the heavy makeup she once favored, were now accentuated by a fresh, refined look, giving her the air of a tender bamboo shoot after rain.
"Enjoy yourselves, everyone!"
Laura gracefully held her wine glass as she moved among the guests.
Nearly everyone raised a toast to her, offering birthday wishes, which she acknowledged with a soft, radiant smile.
