Relatives asked about flower themes, colors, the guest list, and even the seating arrangements for the press.
Lois sat quietly, nodding here and there, but her mind wasn't on the decorations or the cake flavors.
She was waiting—watching for the right opportunity.
Finally, after what felt like hours, her chance arrived.
"Why don't I show Ross around our game room?" Lois said, her tone casual though her pulse raced.
"I remember hearing in one of your interviews that you're into games. We've got a decent setup."
Ross leaned back in his chair, a thoughtful hum escaping his lips.
Then he flashed that signature smile, the kind that seemed to light up a room and disarm even the harshest critics.
"Hmmmm… that would actually be a nice break for me. Thank you, Lois."
Laura, sitting beside him, giggled. "Don't let him beat you, sis. He's competitive."
Ross chuckled, rising smoothly to his feet. "Only when it's worth it."
Lois stood too, forcing a smile as her stomach tightened.
