The sports car’s powerful engine roared to life, a sound that had thrilled Alfy since childhood. Her face lit up with excitement.

“Yay! Let’s go!”

Bernie’s lips curved into a fond smile as he sped away.

Meanwhile, Katelyn stood watching the car disappear down the road, her brows knitting together. Something about Bernie felt off. He didn’t fit the mold of a typical businessman. Instead, he exuded an almost artistic, free-spirited vibe.

Most middle-aged businessmen in his position wore tailored suits and carried an air of polished formality, but Bernie defied such expectations.

Katelyn hadn’t known what to expect of Alfy’s uncle, but this was certainly a surprise. Still, everyone was entitled to their quirks.

Shaking off the unease, she headed back to her hotel room. After a long flight, fatigue weighed on her. Once inside her room, she washed up and fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, Katelyn awoke to the late morning sun streaming through the curtains. Having arrived early with no urgent plans, she allowed herself a rare moment of leisure.

While she was brushing her teeth, a knock sounded at the door. Katelyn hurried to answer after quickly rinsing her mouth.

Standing there was Vincent, flanked by hotel staff pushing a food cart laden with an array of dishes.

“Let’s eat first,” Vincent said simply.

Katelyn blinked in mild surprise. His thoughtfulness caught her off guard. She had been planning to grab a meal after freshening up, but Vincent had preempted her needs.

“Okay,” she replied, retreating to the bathroom to tie her hair.

By the time she returned, the staff had finished arranging the food, but another figure had appeared at the door—a hotel employee holding an envelope. The staff member bowed slightly.

“Miss Bailey, this is the invitation for you and Mr. Adams.”

Puzzled, Katelyn accepted the envelope. Upon reading its contents, her eyes widened as she turned toward Vincent in shock.

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Vincent noticed something amiss in Katelyn’s reaction. Without a word, he approached her. His gaze lingered on her as he softly said, “Let me take a look.”

Katelyn, keeping her expression neutral, handed the invitation to Vincent without protest.

He opened it and scanned its contents. Unfazed by what he saw, Vincent turned to the person who had delivered the invitation. With quiet confidence, he stated, “We’ll be there.”

The messenger nodded politely, his mission complete.

“Understood.” He excused himself and left without further ado.

As soon as the messenger departed, Katelyn’s surprise spilled over. She turned to Vincent, her brows furrowed in disbelief.

“Princess Ryanna invited both of us. How are you not even a little surprised?”

This wasn’t just anyone talking—it was Vincent’s fiancée! Had the invitation been solely for Vincent, Katelyn could have made sense of it, however reluctantly. But including her?

Vincent, who had started walking back to the room, stopped in his tracks. He turned back, his eyes deep.

“I’m sure you already know why she invited you.”

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