Aliana’s POV

Evelyn's home was exactly as opulent as I anticipated—elevated ceilings, magnificent chandeliers, and a sense of effortless authority. As soon as I entered, Valentina smiled brightly. "Here she is."

Riley grinned. “Our latest addition.” I let out a laugh. "You all make it seem like a cult."

Evelyn gave me a glass of wine. "If it were a cult, it would be the finest one." We settled down in the lounge, sinking into soft armchairs.

Valentina let out a dramatic sigh. "Alright." Overflow. "How's being married?" I breathed out. “Complex.” Riley chuckled. “Greetings to the club.”

Evelyn took a sip of her beverage. "Allow me to speculate." “Does...