Chapter 261: Twisted Night
The evening had finally begun to settle. The last of the guests had departed, and now only family remained. It was a rare moment of peace, one that Adeline wished she could hold onto for just a little longer. The warmth of the celebration still lingered in the air, laughter echoing faintly from earlier festivities.
Who cared about those two unwelcome guests? The rest of the evening was perfect.
The family, now including Isabelle, sat around in the Kendrick estate’s grand backyard, the soft glow of lanterns illuminating their faces.
The newlyweds, Alaric and Isabelle, sat side by side, fingers intertwined, basking in the comfort of their new reality.
Then, of course, there was Aaron. He had been drinking for a while now, and at this point, it was impossible to ignore just how much alcohol had loosened his tongue.
His cheeks were flushed, and his movements carried a lazy, exaggerated confidence as he stood, raising his glass. "A toast!" Aaron declared, his voice just a little too loud.
Adeline, standing beside him, frowned. She had been keeping a close eye on him, but somehow, he had managed to slip past her watchful gaze and refill his glass yet again.
"You’ve already given a toast," she reminded him dryly, making an attempt to grab the glass from his hand.
Aaron sidestepped her with surprising agility for someone so obviously out of their senses. "That was a practice toast," he said with a dramatic wave of his hand. "This—this is the real one."