The hall doors pushed open. A man walked in with steady steps. He was tall. His black suit was plain and clean. He did not look around. He looked straight at Celeste.
Celeste knew him at once. It was Albert Kingsley. The last time she had seen him, he had been a boy who liked to show off. Now he was a man. His face was calm. His eyes were clear.
Guests began to whisper. Some recognized him. Some only knew the family name. The sound moved through the room in short waves. Cameras tilted in his direction. The staff at the back stood still and watched.
Albert stopped beside Celeste. He did not crowd her. He left a small space so she could move if she wanted to. He nodded to her as if they had a quiet plan.
“Miss Hale," he said in an even voice. “Good afternoon."
Celeste met his eyes. “Mr.
