The sound of the waves crashing against the shore was a stark contrast to the chaos unfolding on the deck. My heart pounded in my chest as I cradled Mia, feeling the soft rise and fall of her breath, a small comfort amidst the madness.
“Code Red initiated,” Marcus’s voice crackled over the speakerphone, firm and unwavering. In that moment, the facade of our lavish celebration began to unravel.
The guests, who had been blissfully unaware of the family drama, suddenly found themselves without their extravagant amenities. The hired staff, all in on the plan, started to dismantle the decorations. The DJ stopped the music mid-beat, and the lights dimmed, leaving only the natural glow of the moon to illuminate the scene.
