A half dozen servants appeared at the snap of the Alpha King’s fingers, all of them carrying bottles of champagne (some were non-alcoholic, for my bride and myself).
The servants performed a little show, popping the bottles in perfect unison, then filled five tall crystal flutes and hurried them into our hands. The extra open bottles were plunged into golden ice buckets, then the servants stood at attention beside them, ready to refill the glasses at a hat’s drop.
Unfortunately for Fiona and myself, our party of five immediately split into two groups.
Kayden and Nina took off to walk around the atrium together, sipping their champagne while strolling the various garden paths and chatting like old friends catching up.
Nina, I noted the few times I caught sight of the pair as they am
