The room was still humming with whispers when Mrs. Isabel made her way to the back of the ballroom. She moved with a grace that closed off the tension in her posture, the weight of the evening announcement pressing down on her. Elvis's declaration had thrown everything off balance, and now, she needed answers—answers only her son could provide. She could no longer stand by in silence, pretending to be aware of what Elvis said, not when Mrs Allison and her daughter kept their eyes fixed on her, making her uncomfortable.
She found Elvis alone, standing by a quiet corridor near the back of the house. His sharp gaze met hers, and for a brief moment, he knew why she was here; he knew this conversation was going to happen, but he didn't expect it tonight.
"Elvis," she said, her voice steady but laced with concern. "What were you thinking?"
