Inevitable Book Novels & Stories

“Delays invite doubt.” Thalia watched the exchange quietly. No one asked her opinion on the timing—only the optics. Sebastian Ravenhart leaned forward. “The Ashbournes and Ravenharts have already aligned schedules. Invitations are being printed.” “So tear them up,” Nikolai snapped. The silence returned, heavier than before. Then Eleanor Ashbourne spoke, her voice soft but firm. “Nikolai, even if we agreed with you, reversing this now would only make Thalia look uncertain.”