Kirsty followed her mother through the receiving hall, her hand held firmly in Luna's grasp. The room was filled with the murmur of conversation and the clinking of teacups. The scent of freshly brewed tea lingered in the air, mingling with the floral fragrance of the women's dresses. As they approached her father and the group of men, Kirsty felt a mixture of anticipation and unease. She glanced at her parents' backs, their attention still focused on their guests. Now was her chance to observe the mysterious figures her parents had been conversing with. The men exuded an air of sophistication and wealth, their tailored suits and confident demeanor standing out among the crowd. Her mother paused for a moment, giving Kirsty a warning look before turning her attention back to the conversatio
