Capítulo 211: Bottles and Blunders

Helena smiled, her eyes shining with something that looked suspiciously like pride. "I've never been more certain of anything."

Amara, for a brief, fleeting moment, basked in the glow of acceptance. But before she could get too sentimental, Lorenzo's unmistakable voice boomed across the room.

"Helena! Amara! Where are my stars? We're cracking open the good stuff!"

Helena sighed dramatically, her temporary bout of motherly sincerity evaporating. "Duty calls."

The two made their way back to the party, where Lorenzo had assembled what could only be described as a mini bar apocalypse. Bottles of every shape and size covered the table, their labels in various languages, many of which Amara suspected Lorenzo couldn't actually read.

Elara stood off to the side, arms crossed, her lips twitching as she tried not to laugh. "He's insisting everyone take a shot before the next toast."

"Next toast?" Amara asked, already wary.