“Wow!” Chairman Hamilton exclaimed as Signoral rounded the room. He sat next to Ranya, who seemed uninterested in the show. “You look just like my wife. You’re a beauty, my child.”

“You think this will catch everyone’s attention? I really don’t want something too fancy,” Signoral replied, smiling innocently. She was clad in a sophisticated gown, one fit for a masquerade ball, trying to catch Ranya’s attention.

“What do you think, son?” Chairman Hamilton asked, turning his gaze toward Ranya.

Ranya furrowed his brow, giving her a brief glance before shaking his head. “This is too much for just an engagement ceremony. We aren’t getting married tomorrow night, remember?”

Signoral...