The West estate overflowed with an air of cautious optimism. For the first time in months, the family had a reason to celebrate. The scandals that threatened to tear them apart had been laid bare, and their enemies exposed. Yet, amidst the joy in their hearts, there remained an unspoken tension—a fear that the battle was not fully won.
Scarlett stood at the center of the room; her shadow illuminated by the chandelier's warm glow. She stared at the faces around her—Richard, Nathan, Alex, and Caroline. Tonight, wasn't just a celebration. It was a moment to reflect, to solidify their fragile unity they accomplished.
Nathan approached her.
"You look like you're carrying the weight of the world," he said softly, his hand brushing hers.
Scarlett smiled faintly.
"It's hard to believe we're here, after everything." She glanced toward Alex, who was engaged in a tense conversation with Richard.