Vienna Vineyard wasn’t far from the youth apartment, and soon enough, we arrived at the parking lot.

But just as I was carefully backing into the spot, a Maybach suddenly pulled in next to me.

Two familiar figures stepped out of the car.

It was Lucius and Cecily.

I should have guessed. In an event like tonight’s, Mr. Albrecht wouldn’t want to let a young girl attend alone.

But seeing it in person, for some reason, a bitter feeling welled up in my ...