Within the ornate halls of Castle Birch, an extravagant banquet was underway to celebrate the arrival of guests, the first to be entertained in quite some time. As Damien announced his imminent departure, Chloe dutifully assumed her role as the hostess. Draped in an elegant evening gown, her slender figure was accentuated by velvet gloves that reached her elbows, ever so slightly oversized for her delicate arms. A closer look revealed the gentle curve of her belly, a subtle hint at the new life growing inside her.
As the banquet came to a close, the guests migrated to an adjacent room for cocktails. Among them was a familiar face.
“It is truly an honor to have you with us tonight, Your Grace,” Weiss said, approaching Chloe with a warm smile.
“The honor is mine,” she replied softly with a modest shake of her head.
