#Chapter 89: What Has to be Done

Ella Leonard’s face was a tapestry of smug delight, every wrinkle and crease accentuating his satisfaction. “Well, well, Miss Ella. I must say, I’m delighted,” he drawled, leaning casually against the tall table behind him. “I look forward to the grand occasion of meeting my soon-to-be in-laws.” Maintaining a poker face, I met his gaze with defiant determination. “And I am sure,” I said, my voice steady, “it’ll be a meeting to remember. And, of course, the formal engagement party will be... an event everyone will talk about for ages.” Regaining my composure, I turned and made my way back through the maze of astonished guests. Whispers filled the air, punctuated by occasional bursts of laughter. Logan was in the eye of this storm, a solitary figure surrounded by murmurs and sidelong glances. Harry sidled up next to me, his smirk almost as wide as his father's. “Quite the theatrical flair, Ella,” he remarked, lifting a glass of champagne to his lips. “This promises t