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Chapter Eighty-Five

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Celeste

The the lights across the hall dimmed slightly, drawing a hush from the crowd. The soft notes of the quartet faded, replaced by the clear, resonant voice of the master of ceremonies.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” the MC announced, standing at the edge of the grand staircase, “thank you for gathering tonight in honor of a man whose vision, integrity, and legacy have shaped not only this family, but an entire empire. Please welcome—Mr. Theodore Williams!”

A ripple of applause swept through the room as the spotlight shifted to the staircase.

Theodore appeared at the top, straight-backed despite his age, his silver hair gleaming beneath the chandeliers. He carried himself with the kind of presence that demanded attention without needing to ask for it. Each step he descended was measured, deliberate, as though even time itself had to keep pace with him.

Around me, guests leaned forward, whispering in reverence and anticipation. The name Williams carried weight—but the man himself, i
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    Celeste The the lights across the hall dimmed slightly, drawing a hush from the crowd. The soft notes of the quartet faded, replaced by the clear, resonant voice of the master of ceremonies. “Ladies and gentlemen,” the MC announced, standing at the edge of the grand staircase, “thank you for gathering tonight in honor of a man whose vision, integrity, and legacy have shaped not only this family, but an entire empire. Please welcome—Mr. Theodore Williams!” A ripple of applause swept through the room as the spotlight shifted to the staircase. Theodore appeared at the top, straight-backed despite his age, his silver hair gleaming beneath the chandeliers. He carried himself with the kind of presence that demanded attention without needing to ask for it. Each step he descended was measured, deliberate, as though even time itself had to keep pace with him. Around me, guests leaned forward, whispering in reverence and anticipation. The name Williams carried weight—but the man himself, i

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