Inside a dining hall of the Wright mansion, loud laughter and voices spill out brightly.
The mansion was decorated with fresh flowers and bright light. And at the table, people sat in two lines. At the end of the one, Arabella sat with a warm smile, her fingers barely moving on her dinner.
"I had never thought it would come to this," a man in front of her laughed.
He was the head of the Whitemore law firm and the father of Arabella's boyfriend.
Arabella lifted her gaze from her meal and landed on Flinn. He was nervously hushing his parents as they went off.
He looked like his father.
"I knew you well, Mr. Wright, and love your daughter, but I never imagined they would make such a spectacular couple." Mr. Whitemore said, with a satisfied glint in his eye.
