The four of them left the chaos of the engagement venue behind, stepping into the cool night air with an unspoken sense of victory. The tension that had gripped them earlier slowly unraveled as they made their way to an upscale restaurant in the city. It was one of those elegant places with dim lighting, plush seating, and soft jazz playing in the background—an atmosphere of quiet luxury, perfect for unwinding after the dramatic evening.
As they settled into their private booth, a waiter arrived to take their orders. Luciana, as always, was the first to speak. "Bring us a bottle of your best wine. We need to toast to a night well spent."
Helen smirked as she took her seat beside Magnar. "You mean, a night of exposing liars?"
"Exactly," Luciana grinned, leaning into Oscar, who casually draped an arm around her waist.
