The next morning, the mansion was a hive of activity once again. The air was filled with anticipation as final preparations were made for Zyra's 18th birthday celebration. The energy was electric, a blend of excitement and purpose as everyone worked together to ensure the event would be flawless.
The garden looked like a scene from a fairy tale. The early morning light cast a soft, golden glow over the vibrant flowers, their petals glistening with dew. The tables, set for the feast, were draped in elegant white linens and adorned with beautiful centerpieces of fresh flowers and candles. The fairy lights, which we had painstakingly strung up the previous day, twinkled in the gentle light, creating a magical ambiance that hinted at the evening's enchantment to come.
The whole family was in
