Saturday arrived like a scene straight out of a glossy magazine.

The Carter estate shimmered under the late afternoon sun, draped in gold ribbons, floating candles, and fresh white roses. Guests filled the grand garden—fashion icons, business elites, relatives, and a swarm of paparazzi waiting for a story worth printing.

Vivienne Carter turned twenty-five today—and she made sure the world knew it.

She was radiant in a champagne silk gown that hugged her curves, smiling wide for every flash of the camera.

“Happy birthday, babe.”

Samuel leaned in with a grin, handing her a small velvet box.

Vivienne gasped as she opened it. “Oh my God, Samuel—this is beautiful.”

Inside...