Faith
The sunlit lawn of Sutton Manor was filled with the joyful, chaotic sounds of children laughing, party balloons popping, and light music drifting through the summer air.
Streamers in bright blue and yellow fluttered from the tall oak trees, and a grand bouncy castle sat near the rose garden. For the first time in memory, the grand estate was not a cold, solemn fortress guarded by stern men in dark suits—it was a home, alive with warmth, noise, and unfiltered happiness.
I stood on the stone terrace, holding a tray of freshly baked dragon cupcakes. I wore a flowy floral sun dress, my dark hair tied back softly. My shoulder had completely healed, leaving only a faint, soft scar that reminded me not of pain, but of the moment I chose to fight for the boy running across the grass.
Noa
