While the air in the Aldo mansion grew more hostile, messier, and doom-laden, thickening with every minute that passed—especially as the evening seven-o'clock news played, announcing the takeover of the Aldo company, including Noah's investment, which seemed to be drawing even more positive attention to the company—the air in the Thorne mansion was festive, light, almost buoyant in contrast.
Florence, moving in faith that things would turn out exactly as they had studiously planned, had—with the help of the staff—prepared a mighty feast, every table surface groaning under food, while decorating the house as though a full-blown party were underway.
Currently, Gianna was laughing with Areso over the latter's current dilemma at work, both nursing flutes of champagne as they swayed slightly to the music booming from the stereos, the sound filling the room with warmth and careless joy.
"Congratulations, Aunt Gianna!"
Gianna looked down to see Kathleen tugging gently at her dress.
