The next day, Caesar and Cloe arrived at the marriage registration office, flanked by Sonia and Mark. The tension in the air was palpable, despite the fact that this was supposed to be a joyous occasion. Sonia, in particular, was on edge, her eyes darting around, scanning every corner as if expecting something to go wrong. She had grown up in a world where secrets were currency, and even on her uncle’s wedding day, she couldn’t shake the paranoia that something—or someone—might ruin everything.
Mark, standing next to her, placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Don’t worry, Sonia," he said in a low voice, trying to calm her. "Everything is under control. No one will get a hint that Mr. Anderson is getting married today."
Sonia nodded, but her nerves didn’t settle. She had spent her en
