"What's going on here?"
Stephen's voice echoed through the hall, firm and authoritative, cutting cleanly through the charged air like a blade. He stepped in first, his tall frame casting a long shadow across the polished marble floor. Derek followed closely behind him, brows already furrowed, while Dante brought up the rear, his expression hovering somewhere between irritation and amusement.
The hall fell into a brief, uneasy silence.
Camilla was the first to speak, lips curving lazily as if the tension were nothing more than a mild inconvenience.
"It's nothing much," she said lightly. "Just Seraphina asserting her territory... When she isn't even married to Adrian yet."
Raya's jaw tightened, but before she could respond, Stephen's gaze shifted sharply toward Kaelo.
"Can you women, for once, not fight?" Dante said, his tone weary. "It's as if every time you meet, there's always something to quarrel about."
Kaelo straightened immediately, her grip tightening around her glass.
