The Cross mansion was alive with electric energy from the break of dawn. The entire household—from the eldest to the youngest—had woken up earlier than usual.
Each person swept up in the whirlwind of preparations for Dylan's party. Even the kids, usually sleepy in the morning, were wide-eyed and brimming with excitement, buzzing through the halls like tiny firecrackers.
The party was set for the perfect hour—late afternoon—just as the golden sun would begin its descent, casting a warm, cinematic glow over the open-air venue. The garden would transform into a lively wonderland, the soft breeze carrying the sound of laughter and music.
Determined to make the event spectacular, the children eagerly took on their own little missions—stuffing loot bags with goodies, arranging colorful chairs, and helping decorate the grand stage with streamers, balloons, and twinkling lights.
