Scintillation of the chandeliers around them only added to the grandeur of the opulent hotel Liam had chosen for Casper's birthday. The evening was a symphony of subdued whispers, the gentle clinking of crystal glasses, and heartfelt laughter that echoed within the golden-walled ballroom. Amidst the extravagance, sat five individuals, the intricate tapestry of their lives unraveling in the labyrinth of their conversations.
Violet, the picture of beauty and grace in a sublime lavender dress, sat next to Lucia, Casper's charming mother. The light from a solitary candle flickered on their faces, illuminating a landscape of emotions. A little unsure, a little apprehensive, Violet shifted in her seat.
"Oh, Violet dear, do you like the Prosecco? Casper absolutely adores it," Lucia chirped, b
