As midday approached, the Finnegan mansion buzzed with activity. Wedding planners, florists, and caterers swarmed the grounds, transforming the already opulent estate into something straight from a fairy tale.
White roses and orchids cascaded from every surface, crystal chandeliers were being polished to blinding perfection, and yards of silk drapery unfurled from balconies like frozen waterfalls.
Atlas observed it all from the security room, his eyes tracking each movement on the monitors. The contrast couldn't be more perfect, a celebration of love being constructed while the family itself disintegrated from within.
"Quite the spectacle," Mercer remarked, appearing in the doorway. He'd developed an uncanny ability to materialize exactly where Atlas didn't want him.
Atlas didn't turn
