Ariana's pov
“There’s a gala tomorrow night,” Dad said finally, setting his coffee cup down.
Mum immediately smiled. “Not just any gala.”
Dad nodded once. “The Harrington Charity Gala.”
Even I knew that name.
It was one of those events constantly all over magazines and business pages every year. Wealthy families, investors, politicians, press—basically a room filled with people who enjoyed expensive things and talking about money.
“We already missed the last one,” Dad continued. “And this one is important. Very important.”
Kian nodded slightly beside me while listening.
Dad leaned back in his chair before continuing,
“It was originally supposed to happen next week, but the date got shifted unexpectedly to tomorrow evening. That’s partly why we cut our trip short.”
Mum sighed dra
