The night wore on, and the conversation turned to their personal aspirations and dreams. Payton shared her ambitions to start her own art studio, while Syren discussed her plans to launch a sustainable fashion brand.
Eliza found herself drawn into the conversation, her own family’s past entwined with the manor’s. Her grandfather, a shipwright, had once worked on a mysterious vessel that was never named in official records. The thought that it might have been the Syren de Mer sent a shiver of excitement through her.
She raised a glass of sparkling cider, and the clink resonated like the ringing of a ship’s bell. The crowd lifted their glasses in unison, a chorus of cheers spilling into the night.
