The day of the engagement finally arrived, and the Drago estate was buzzing with activity from the moment the sun rose.
Guards patrolled the grounds, designers made last-minute adjustments to outfits, and Milo dashed around the kitchen, preparing breakfast for everyone.
The location for the party wasn't the estate... it was a 5-star hotel owned by Clara's family, one of the largest in the country, with grand ballrooms and crystal chandeliers that could host hundreds. Everyone in the house was busy, from Gerald coordinating the cars to the twins running around in excitement.
Elias was in the twins' room, making sure they were dressed perfectly. He had woken up early to help them, personally checking their shirts for wrinkles and combing their hair until it was neat and tidy.
"Dante, hold still," Elias said, adjusting the boy's tie for the third time. "You keep messing it up."
Dante grinned, wiggling.
"It's itchy, Nanny! Why do we have to wear this stuff?"
