When Micah returned to the Ramsy mansion that evening, he immediately sensed something unusual.
The driveway was full. Luxury cars lined both sides in neat rows, their polished surfaces reflecting the warm glow of the mansion's exterior lights. The fountain at the front entrance sparkled under golden spotlights, water cascading gently in a steady rhythm. The grand white columns stood tall as ever, but tonight the place felt… alive. Not in the stiff, formal way of business dinners or political banquets. There was warmth in the air. Laughter drifting through the open doors.
Micah paused at the entrance steps, one hand still in his coat pocket.
Darcy stood beside him, quiet as always, but Micah could feel the faint amusement radiating from him.
"What's the occasion?" Micah asked, shooting him a suspicious look.
He should've known something was up when Darcy left the lab early and insisted on coming home with him.
