Nuisance

The sun hung low in the afternoon sky over the grand building of The Royals. Delphinia stepped out of the car, the soft click of her heels meeting the polished marble pavement. She adjusted the strap of her handbag, taking a deep breath as she gazed at the towering structure before her. The Royals had always been the perfect embodiment of luxury and grandeur—a fitting place to celebrate Evander's birthday.

The light breeze carried the faint scent of fresh flowers, blending with the subtle fragrance of coffee from the nearby café. Delphinia smoothed down the front of her cream blouse, her fingers brushing against the delicate fabric. Even though she had been here several times over the past week, the place still managed to intimidate her with its opulence.

As she walked into the grand hall, the soft murmur of workers filled the space. Men in crisp uniforms arranged chairs, while florists carefully tended to the massive arrangements of white lilies and roses.