Nathan arrived home a little later than usual, the sky already shifting into warm gold as the sun began dipping. He stepped out of his car feeling the weight of an exhausting day settle on his shoulders—meetings, follow-ups with security, constant mental pressure to keep Fiona safe even when she wasn't beside him. He rolled his neck once, trying to loosen the tension. But the moment he reached the front door, something felt… off.
He paused, hearing soft music. That wasn't the quiet, echoing stillness the house usually had during this hour. This was… upbeat. Like something festive was going on. The door opened before he touched the handle.
"Welcome home, sir," the maid greeted him with an excited smile.
Nathan narrowed his eyes slightly. "Why's there music? Who's playing that?"
The maid's smile widened. "Your family, sir. They're all at the backyard—celebrating."
"Celebrating what?" he asked, genuinely confused.
