In the elegant sunroom of the Pedro estate, Amara's mother, Madam Pedro, fanned out a series of profiles like a deck of high-stakes cards.
"Amara, look at these young men. Talented, handsome, and I've personally vetted their backgrounds," her mother insisted. "Their character is spotless. I'm thinking of inviting them all to your party. What do you think? Take a look."
Amara didn't even glance down. "Not interested, Mom."
"People are fighting for an invitation to this gala!" her mother countered, her eyes flashing with a bit of mischief. "And guess who is begging to be let in? The Creed family. Seb's mother is practically clawing at the gates. That sick fool..." Madam Pedro shook her head. "He's married with a child, yet they act as if they are royalty."
The assistant, standing nearby, chuckled. "You're really something, Madam. So, do you want him to join? Should we send the invitation?"
