The estate was alive with movement that afternoon. Maids scurried through the hallways carrying trays of flowers, bolts of fabric, and polished silverware. Laughter and chatter mingled with the crisp sound of footsteps across the marble floors. The Denovan home had become a beehive of activity in preparation for Maya’s announcement party, and the energy filled every corner.

Elias arrived quietly, his car rolling into the driveway like a shadow against the grand house. He stepped out with his usual poise, the faint breeze ruffling his dark hair as the butler hurried forward to greet him. Inside, he first sought out Maya’s parents.

“Good afternoon,” he said warmly, bowing his...