Chapter 2 - The Grand Ballroom Falls Into Shocked Silence Today
The opulent crystal chandeliers overhead seemed to dim as the suffocating silence settled across the Manhattan hotel ballroom.
Every elite socialite, investor, and reporter froze, turning their collective gaze toward the center of the parquet floor.
Daniel Cole stood paralyzed, his midnight-blue tuxedo suddenly feeling suffocated against his pounding, racing heartbeat.
He stared down at the three identical five-year-old boys wearing matching charcoal-gray trench coats that mirrored his own style.
“Five... you said they are five years old?” Daniel whispered, his voice trembling past a dry, aching throat.
Sarah did not blink, her posture remaining as rigid and unyielding as a marble pillar in a storm.
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“Mathematics was never your strong suit, Daniel, but even you should be able to calculate those years,” Sarah replied coldly.
Victoria Hale, standing beside him in her champagne-gold gown, let out a sharp gasp that cut through the quiet air.
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