The next morning, Knight Villa gate. A Black Maybach stopped. Driver opened door. "Mrs. Knight, we arrived." Ariana looked out and saw a big villa. Guards everywhere. She had one small bag. One tote. That's it. No wedding dress. No makeup. Jeans and white t-shirt again. Inside living room, three people already waiting. Victoria Knight, Ethan's mother, elegant, cold, holding teacup, looking like queen. Emma Knight, Ethan's sister, pretty, but eyes sharp, sitting with phone. And Rose, grandmother, 70s, soft smile, but eyes scanning. Ethan stood near window, black shirt, hands in pockets, cold as always. Ariana walked in. Rose stood first, smile warm. "You must be Ariana. I'm Rose. Welcome, dear." Victoria didn't stand. She looked Ariana up and down. "Jeans? You come to Knight Villa for first time in jeans?" Victoria said. Emma laughed. "Mom, maybe she thinks this is market. Did you forget to buy tomatoes on the way?" Ariana looked at Emma. Calm. "I like jeans. Comfortable.
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