The moment the confetti rained down, a cloud of glitter and color danced through the air. When it finally settled, the sight before Cassius was so heartwarming that Cassius couldn't hold back the grin that spread across his face.
Right in front of him stood his family.
Isabelle was the first he saw, standing tall and poised as always, her soft golden hair tied back neatly, and her intelligent eyes glowing with relief.
Her usually calm and composed demeanor couldn't quite mask the joy on her face as she clapped with a faint, proud smile.
Beside her stood Portia, the sharp-eyed, dignified head maid of the Holyfield estate. She was clearly trying not to smile too much in front of everyone, but the corners of her lips betrayed her, twitching upward as she clapped.
Next to her was Vivi—bright, bubbly Vivi—whose hands were clapping faster than anyone's as she hopped slightly on her toes, her hair bouncing with every motion.
