432: GLOOMY OMENS

ARIEL'S POV Luke and I made our way upstairs to get dressed, the gravity of the situation weighing heavily on my mind. We just needed to get this done to avoid sorrow in the future and not face any mourning in the days to come. I slipped into a sleek black dress, its fabric smooth against my skin, the color mirroring the darkness of our current predicament. The dress hugged my curves, exuding an air of resolution and resolve. Luke, on the other hand, donned a sharp black suit, his strong frame accentuated by the tailored fit. The suit spoke of authority and readiness, a stark contrast to the uncertainty that loomed over us. As the two descended the staircase, the click of my heels resonated through the foyer, punctuating the tense silence that enveloped us. Celine joined us, her presence adding a sense of maternal comfort in the chaos we were all going through. She wore a simple yet elegant ensemble, her demeanor composed despite the restiveness brewing beneath the surface. "I'll