The Sterling Estate in Citadel City was glowing under the golden lights of celebration, as if the mansion itself had come alive to honor the man who stood at the center of it all. The grand hall was filled with music that flowed smoothly through the air, blending with the soft laughter of guests and the clinking of crystal glasses. Elegant chandeliers hung above, casting warm reflections on the polished marble floor where a dance floor had been arranged, already occupied by couples moving gracefully to the rhythm.
Every corner of the estate carried the presence of wealth, power, and legacy. Tables were adorned with fine dishes, exotic cuisines, and carefully arranged desserts that looked more like art than food. Servants moved with precision, ensuring that no guest felt unattended. The atmosphere was rich, not just in luxury, but in intention. Every person present had come not only to celebrate, but to be seen.
