Baird’s POV

When I finally returned, the scene before me was a disheveled mess that mirrored the turmoil in my heart. The yard was strewn with rolling wine bottles, crumpled napkins, and other remnants of the night's revelry. Most of the guests had long since departed, leaving behind a trail of chaos that spoke volumes about the evening's events. Only some of my closest companions remained, sprawled across the lawn and furniture, lost in their drunken ...