The day was vibrant with activity, the air alive with the bustle of preparations as servants and decorators moved about with purpose. Alaric and Morgana stood near the grand entrance of the estate, their keen eyes taking in every detail. Beside them, Lucy hopped excitedly, pointing out things she thought needed improvement, her childlike enthusiasm adding a lighter mood to the otherwise intense atmosphere.
"Everything must be perfect," Alaric said firmly, his voice carrying authority. His sharp eyes roved over the grand estate that stretched out before them, adorned with opulent decorations that spoke of the family's legacy and wealth.
