The sky was starting to darken, casting a gentle shadow over the world outside.
Inside the room, the three men of the Stronghart family were getting dressed for the celebration.
They had chosen formal suits—Arthur in a white-dominant outfit paired with a black shirt, Kevin in a soft beige coat and trousers with a crisp white shirt, and the head of the family in a classic black coat, white shirt, and a neatly tied tie.
Before the journey, they had done some shopping together, using both the treasure Arthur carried and the savings Aston had quietly built up over time. Because of that, they now stood in front of the mirror wearing new, finely made clothes—prepared for what would be the most important event they'd ever attended.
Kevin glanced at his reflection, adjusting the bowtie again. "Dad, does this really suit me?" he asked, uncertain, his voice low.
