Dane's POV
The suit fits perfectly against my skin, the fabric cool and expensive. I fix the collar, still trying to understand what's happening.
Dream stands in front of the mirror, blinking up at me with sleepy, innocent eyes.
"Papa, where are we going?" he asks.
I kneel, brushing his hair back with my fingers.
"I don't know either, Dream," I murmur, smiling softly. "Let's go find out together."
He laughs quietly and wraps his tiny arms around my neck as I lift him. His warmth feels like comfort. For a second, I forget the confusion swirling in my chest.
When I step into the living room, Lucas is waiting, standing straight with that professional calm that always hides urgency.
"Sir, please—come with me. It's important," he says, almost breathless.
I frown. "Lucas, what's happening? Why are there so many people outside?"
"Please, sir," he replies, glancing at his watch. "You'll see soon."
I sigh, tightening my hold around Dream, and follow him toward the door.
