SEVEN DAYS TO SAY FOREVER
Today, it had dissolved into a chaotic, multi-table snowball war.
"Look at them," Leo said, stepping up beside me with a camera slung around his neck. "Forty tech millionaires and legacy heirs throwing frozen chunks of ice at each other like they’re back in middle school. Nature is healing."
I let out a soft laugh, the first genuine smile touching my lips in forty-eight hours. "Where's Clara?"
"Hiding behind the ice sculpture pavilion," Leo chuckled, pointing his lens toward the left flank. "She claimed a snowball ruined her cashmere earmuffs, so she’s currently trying to get Dominic to sue the caterer's son."