His Innocent wife

The preparations

  The Hart family’s grand ballroom was abuzz with activity as the evening approached. The usually serene and stately room was transformed into a vibrant space filled with the hum of anticipation. Crystal chandeliers sparkled above, their light reflecting off the polished marble floors and gilded walls. Floral arrangements in rich hues of red and gold adorned every surface, and elegant tables were being set with fine china and silverware.

  Evelyn Hart moved through the bustling room with a sense of purpose, although she felt overwhelmed by the sheer scale of the preparations. Her father’s party was not just a social event—it was a display of power and success, a way to cement the new alliance with Aiden Thorn. Every detail had to be perfect, and the pressure was palpable.

  In the corner of the ballroom, James Hart oversaw the final touches with his usual stern efficiency. He barked orders to the staff, his tone brooking no argument. “The floral arrangements need to be rearranged,” he instructed, pointing to a cluster of roses that seemed slightly off-center. “And make sure the lighting is adjusted. We can’t afford any dim spots. This event must be flawless.”

  His eyes scanned the room, ensuring everything was in place. His other children, Charles and Evelyn, were stationed at different parts of the room, helping with the final touches and ensuring the staff knew their duties. Charles, Evelyn’s older brother, was overseeing the placement of the seating chart and making sure that each name was correct. His demeanor was more relaxed than their father’s, but there was a quiet intensity in his actions.

  Evelyn moved with a mixture of excitement and anxiety, adjusting the small details she could reach—straightening napkins, checking the alignment of the silverware. The weight of her father’s expectations pressed heavily on her shoulders, but she tried to focus on the tasks at hand.

  As she passed her brother, Charles glanced up from the seating chart with a tired smile. “How’s it going, Evie? Need any help?”

  Evelyn smiled back, grateful for the distraction. “I think I’m almost done here. Just a few more things to check.” She hesitated, then added, “Charles, could I ask you something?”

  “Sure, what’s up?”

  Evelyn took a deep breath. “I was thinking… since this party is going to be so important for the deal with Mr. Thorn, I was wondering if I could invite my only friend, Clara. She’s been such a support for me, and it would mean a lot to have her here.”

  Charles looked thoughtful for a moment before nodding. “I don’t see why not. I’ll mention it to Father, but I’m sure he’ll agree. It might be a good idea to have someone here who can actually make you smile amidst all this stress.”

  Evelyn’s eyes brightened with relief. “Thank you, Charles. I really appreciate it.”

  As they spoke, their father approached, his face set in its usual stern expression. “Charles, Evelyn,” he said, his tone brooking no argument. “I trust everything is proceeding according to plan?”

  “Yes, Father,” Charles answered, giving a respectful nod. “We’re almost done with the final touches.”

  James nodded approvingly. “Good. Remember, this party is not just a celebration—it’s a statement. We need to show Mr. Thorn that we are both gracious hosts and influential players. So, maintain your composure and behave accordingly.”

  Evelyn nodded, feeling a mix of apprehension and determination. “Of course, Father.”

  James turned his attention to Evelyn with a rare moment of tenderness. “Evelyn, I know this is a lot of pressure, but you must remember how important this evening is. Our family’s future depends on the success of this deal. I trust you to uphold our reputation.”

  Evelyn gave a small, reassuring smile. “I understand, Father. I’ll do my best.”

  Charles, noticing the exchange, gave Evelyn a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “We’ve got this, Evie. It’ll all be fine.”

  Evelyn took comfort in her brother’s support, feeling a bit more confident as she continued her tasks. Despite the gravity of the evening, the familiarity of her brother’s presence was a small but significant relief.

  As the last few touches were added and the final adjustments made, the anticipation in the air grew thicker. The Hart family was preparing to host an event that would solidify their position in the world of high finance. Evelyn could only hope that, despite the pressures and expectations, the evening would go off without a hitch—and that perhaps, amidst the formalities, there might be a moment for something more personal and genuine.

  For now, she focused on her duties, knowing that this party was a pivotal moment in their lives. The preparations were nearly complete, and soon the guests would arrive, marking the beginning of a new chapter in the Hart family’s history.