Victoria’s POV
The pack house looked stunning. Silver and emerald banners hung from the high ceilings, catching the soft light from hundreds of floating candles. Fairy lights wrapped around the wooden beams, casting a warm, magical glow. The room was filled with laughter and lively conversation, while upbeat music played near the dance floor. The smell of wildflowers mixed with spiced wine, and the fresh scent of night-blooming jasmine drifted in through the open windows. Every corner sparkled, and the whole place felt alive with something magical.
I looked at my phone.
Let’s dance, you need to relax. The kids are fine.
Then why do I have a nagging feeling that something is going to happen?
Makarius stared at me.
"I think you're just overreacting," he said, leading me onto the danc
