Xander
It was finally the day of the dinner party, and a mix of anticipation and tension hung in the air as we waited for our guests from Willowbridge to arrive. Ronan was handling their arrival, ensuring they would be settled in comfortably, and we had assigned maids to tend to their needs. It was still morning, so we weren’t expecting them until the afternoon, but the weight of the evening ahead was already pressing on me.
Since I didn’t resemble my father, I was confident Caleb wouldn’t recognise me. So many years had passed, and I wouldn’t be surprised if he had erased all memories of me, as if I had never existed. Caleb had always hated my mother, and I never fully understood why. It seemed like he had gotten everything he wanted in the end. His position was secure, and he was lucky
