The atmosphere in the Moriarty estate was charged with a sense of anticipation. Elliot sat at the head of the long, polished dining table, flanked by his father and Alice. The soft glow of the chandelier overhead illuminated their faces, casting a warm light over the elegant setting. The clinking of silverware and the murmur of polite conversation echoed through the expansive room, but a tension hung in the air that was palpable.
Today, they were discussing the upcoming engagement ceremony—the formal announcement that would solidify the union of Elliot and Alice. It was an event that both families had been eagerly anticipating, but for different reasons.
Alice's parents, Richard and Evelyn Greystone, exchanged glances across the table. In their minds, a whirlwind of thoughts swirled, hidden behind their practiced smiles.
Finally, Alice has found her place in the world, Richard thought, glancing at his daughter. This is a significant step for our family. A union with the Moriartys could elevate our status beyond our wildest dreams. He felt a surge of satisfaction at the prospect of their daughter marrying into one of the most powerful families in the city.
And that boy has changed, Evelyn mused, her eyes drifting to Elliot. He's no longer the foolish child I remember. He's… formidable now. Perhaps this is what we needed—a strong alliance to protect our family's interests. Her heart swelled with pride, but it was tinged with something else—a deep-seated relief that Alice would be marrying someone who could now hold his own in the ruthless world of business and power.
Elliot cleared his throat, bringing their attention back to the discussion. "I believe it's essential for our families to collaborate closely during the preparations. This engagement will require a unified front," he stated, his voice steady and authoritative.
"Absolutely," Jonathan interjected, his approval evident. "The Moriartys and the Greystones have always shared a mutual respect. This is a perfect opportunity to strengthen our bond."
Alice sat quietly, observing the exchange. Her heart was a tumult of emotions. On one hand, she felt a flicker of pride at being part of such a prestigious alliance. On the other, she wondered about the real implications of this union—whether it was truly what she wanted or merely a duty she had to fulfill.
As the conversation continued, Richard leaned forward, his tone serious. "Elliot, we've seen the transformation you've undergone. Your new position in the company is commendable. It gives us confidence in this alliance."
Elliot met his gaze, the corners of his lips quirking slightly in a semblance of a smile. "Thank you, Mr. Greystone. I assure you, I intend to uphold the reputation of both our families."
In the recesses of Richard's mind, pride swelled. This is what a Moriarty should be. Strong, capable, and driven. Alice is fortunate to have him.
"Elliot," Evelyn interjected, her voice softer, "we'd like to know more about your vision for the future. What do you see for your company and your life with our daughter?"
Elliot paused, collecting his thoughts. He had rehearsed this moment countless times, but now it felt different. The words came easily, a reflection of his newfound purpose. "I plan to expand Moriarty Industries into new markets, embracing innovation and sustainability. As for Alice and our future together, I see us as partners—not just in business, but in life. I want to build something lasting, something that reflects both our families