Chapter 72: Your Trap

The grand dining hall was filled with soft golden lighting, the long table adorned with fine china and gleaming silverware. The scent of rich delicacies lingered in the air as distinguished guests of the White family took their seats. The event had been arranged at the last minute—by none other than Sophia.

Esme knew this was no coincidence.

Dressed in an elegant yet simple gown, she took her seat quietly, feeling the weight of the guests' judgmental stares. Sophia, on the other hand, was glowing with confidence, seated just a little too close to Kael, flashing him sweet smiles while acting the perfect hostess.

Then came the moment Esme had expected.

"Oh, Esme," Sophia's honeyed voice rang out, drawing everyone's attention. "I completely forgot! Grandma entrusted you with arranging the wine for tonight. I hope you made the right selection?"

Silence.

Esme blinked. The wine? This was the first she'd heard of it. Sophia smirked, pretending concern. "Oh dear, did you not prepare anything? That's unfortunate—wine selection is a vital part of formal dinners in the White family. But it's okay, I can handle it if it's too much pressure for you."

A challenge. A trap.

The elders exchanged knowing glances, waiting for Esme's reaction. If she fumbled now, it would be another strike against her.

But Esme refused to give Sophia the satisfaction.

With a calm smile, she rose from her seat. "Of course, I didn't forget," she said smoothly. "In fact, I personally picked the wine just for tonight. Please, allow me to present it."

Kael's sharp eyes followed her as she walked over to the wine cart.

Esme had no idea what she was doing. None. But she wasn't about to let that stop her.

She picked up a bottle, took a moment to study the label, and turned back with confidence.

"This," she said, "is a rare vintage from Bordeaux, 1975. Known for its deep aroma and full-bodied taste, it pairs exquisitely with the main course. I chose it because it symbolizes refinement—something I'm sure everyone here appreciates."

Silence.

Then, to her surprise, one of the elder guests nodded approvingly. "Excellent choice. I've had this vintage before—impressive knowledge for someone new to our family traditions."

Sophia's expression faltered.

Esme handed the bottle to the butler, who expertly poured a glass for the guest who spoke. He took a sip, then nodded again. "Perfectly aged. Well done."

A quiet murmur of approval spread through the table.

Kael smirked slightly, leaning back in his chair as he watched the scene unfold. Meanwhile, Sophia clenched her fists under the table, her carefully laid trap backfiring completely.

A small win for Esme.

But an even greater loss for Sophia.