"I need all the flower arrangements delivered by noon, not four!" Eleanor's voice echoed through the foyer as Mia descended the stairs the next morning. The mansion buzzed with activity—caterers rushing back and forth, staff hanging decorations, and Eleanor at the center of it all, clipboard in hand.

"Mia," Eleanor called when she spotted her. "Perfect timing. Martha needs help addressing invitations in the study."

Mia nodded. "Of course. I'll go right now."

As she turned toward the study, ...