Ever sat on the hospital chair, holding her phone to her ear as she spoke with Ethan. She glanced at Isla, who was sleeping peacefully , while Leo played quietly nearby.
Ever sighed. "Ethan, are you sure you don't need any help with the party? I know it's a surprise, but I can still do something from here."
Ethan chuckled on the other end. "Ever, you're recovering, and Isla just had surgery. You don't need to stress over this. Claire and I have everything under control."
She smiled softly, appreciating his concern. "I know, but you're my brother. I want to help in any way I can. Have you finalized the venue?"
"Yes, we booked The Grand Royale. It's elegant, and it fits the occasion. Allesandro might even bring in some high-profile guests, so it should be a success."
Ever hesitated at the mention of Allesandro but quickly brushed it off. "That sounds perfect. And the catering? Decorations?"
