|Nieves|
The celebration was in full swing, the air alive with the sound of laughter, clinking glasses, and the rich melody of music drifting through the grand hall. Kairos and I moved through the sea of elegantly dressed guests, accepting their congratulations with polite nods and practiced smiles. Some presented us with gifts wrapped in exquisite paper, their ribbons tied with meticulous care, while others simply raised their glasses in a toast to our union.
I should have been enjoying the night, reveling in the grandeur of it all, but my mind was elsewhere—my gaze kept straying toward the Clarksons.
I still couldn’t believe they were here.
I didn’t want them here.
But what choice did I have? It was my father-in-law who had extended the invitation, and given the history between the
