The wedding was set on the open-air observation deck on the very top of the liner. With the cool river breeze, vintage wines, and the glittering skyline of Haven City as a backdrop, it was the pinnacle of luxury. If a man stood here with a beautiful woman on his arm, he could rightfully claim to have conquered life.
This was the selling point of The Sovereign Pearl.
Arthur Lynn led his wife and daughter onto the deck. The air smelled of expensive perfume and money. Everywhere they looked, handsome men in bespoke suits and women in haute couture were chatting in small, exclusive circles. These were the scions of the city’s ruling class—people the Lynns usually couldn't get within ten feet of.
Arthur found the table reserved for the The Lynn Family. To their utter shock, it wasn't in the
