Jacklin stepped through the polished gates of the Ramsy estate, her heels clicking softly against the marble path as she moved with calm confidence. Dean and Emile walked beside her, both dressed in suits. They were here on a mission. Their eyes were sharp, scanning their surroundings.
As soon as Jacklin pulled out the invitation, a subtle buzz spread through the staff. Whispered glances were exchanged. Eyes widened briefly. It wasn't panic, but more disbelief.
Jacklin caught it all with a brief flick of her eyes, but her expression remained neutral. He had anticipated this reaction. It had been a long time since the Du Pont family members had attended a private venue like this, at least not officially.
Then came a pair, an elegantly dressed woman and a gentleman with a composed expression. Their steps were measured and slow, their smiles polite but unreadable. It was clear they were the hosts.
