The first vehicle halted, and the door swung open. Arthur stepped out, exuding an effortless charisma that commanded attention. His eyes locked onto mine, and I felt the familiar comfort of his presence wash over me.

He approached, ignoring the murmurs and the growing crowd at the entrance, reaching out to take my hand. “Are you all right?” he asked, his voice a private oasis amidst the chaos.

“I’m perfect,” I replied, squeezing his hand. Together, we turned back toward the entrance, where guests had gathered, their expressions a mix of curiosity and disbelief.