Hearing her daughter's words, Sapphira couldn't help but ask curiously, "You already have a plan?"
A sly grin spread across Larissa's face. "Well, originally, I wanted to keep things within the family. I didn't want to make a huge scene and completely humiliate Aunt Josette in public. But since she's decided to play dirty, I'll just have to beat her at her own game."
With that, she pulled out her phone and expertly dialed Nightveil.
"Nightveil, I need you to find me a professional brass band, complete with drummers. And I need them now."
...
Jagger had changed his clothes and gone straight back to his room to catch up on sleep.
Meanwhile, Josette was in the living room, pacing anxiously. For half an hour, she sat there on pins and needles, her mind racing as she tried to guess what was happening outside.
Finally, unable to bear the anxiety any longer, she turned to the butler who was passing by.
"Go and check," she said urgently, "is my niece still outside the main gate?"
"Yes, Ma'am." The butler hurried outside. He returned a few moments later, his expression a mixture of confusion and concern.
Seeing his face, Josette's heart leaped into her throat. "Well? What is it?" she demanded.
The butler replied, "Ma'am, Ms. Judson is still at the gate. And..."
He trailed off, his eyes shifting uneasily as if debating whether to report what he had seen.
"And what? Spit it out!" Josette snapped, her sense of unease growing stronger.

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