~ Lillian ~ Something is definitely going on. For the entire drive, Alyssa kept glancing at Greyson, who kept pretending to cough every time I asked questions. Even Poppy and Quinn were suspiciously quiet — and those two couldn’t keep a secret if their lives depended on it. Now, as we pull into Mum and Dad’s estate, I can feel the energy buzzing through the air. Everything looks… different." Lights glimmer through the trees, soft golden hues spilling from every window. There’s music — faint, teasing — and it’s one of my favourite Sabrina Carpenter songs. I narrow my eyes at Alyssa. “You said this was a dinner.” She smiles innocently, unbuckling Hope. “It is dinner. With a few guests.” I scoff. “Define a few.” Greyson smirks. “You’ll see.” “Oh, I swear—” I don’t finish. Because

