As she descended the stairs to the kitchen, the sound of rustling in the fridge caught her attention. She stopped in her tracks, raising a curious brow. "Matthew?" she called, her tone already carrying a hint of exasperation.

Matthew turned around, cheesecake stuffed in his mouth, a sheepish expression on his face. "I can't help it," he mumbled, crumbs falling as he spoke. "It was just sitting there, begging to be eaten." Claire crossed her arms, shaking her head in disbelief. "That's not even yours! I bought it yesterday for when I get back. Seriously, Matthew, you're like a kid in a candy store when it comes to my fridge." "Hey, you're the one who stocked it with irresistible goodies," he countered with a grin, finishing off the cheesecake slice and licking his fingers. "Anyway, you look nice. All dressed up for lover boy's big day?" "Yes, and if you so much as smudge this dress, you're walking to Adrian's mansion," Claire teased, holding up a finger in warning.

Matthew raised his hands defensively. "Relax. I'll be on my best behavior. No cheesecake fingerprints on your designer gown, I promise."

Claire rolled her eyes, setting the memory box and brooch down briefly to adjust her earrings in the reflection of the glass cabinet. "Are you ready?" Matthew asked after a moment, leaning against the counter.

"Almost. Just grabbing the gifts," Claire replied, picking up the beautifully wrapped box and the brooch's sleek black case. She turned to Matthew and added, "And you'd better behave tonight. Adrian invited half of the business elite, and I can't have you embarrassing me." Matthew feigned mock offense. "Me? Embarrass you? I'm a delight at parties."

"More like a walking PR disaster," Claire shot back, unable to suppress a smirk. "But seriously, I was surprised to see Adrian invited Alexander Harris."

Matthew's playful demeanor shifted slightly as he tilted his head. "Yeah, that's... unexpected. Doesn't he know you and Alexander don't exactly see eye to eye?"

"Oh, I'm sure he knows," Claire said with a sigh, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "But it's his birthday. If he wants to invite Alexander, that's his choice. I'll just have to deal with it."

"Or we can accidentally spill a drink on Alexander," Matthew suggested, his grin returning. "I'd do it for you."

Claire laughed, shaking her head. "Tempting, but no. Let's try to keep things civil. For Adrian's sake."

A sleek Rolls-Royce was already waiting for them outside the penthouse. As they stepped into the luxurious car, Matthew whistled appreciatively. "You know, I could get used to this. Being chauffeured around in style." "Don't get too comfortable," Claire said, settling into the seat. "You're still not touching the snacks in the car."

The drive to the Saint Laurent mansion was smooth and uneventful, though Claire found herself fidgeting slightly with the ribbon on the memory box. The thought of seeing Alexander-and having to navigate the awkwardness of being in the same room-gnawed at her. But when the car pulled up to the sprawling estate, her apprehension was replaced with awe. Adrian's home was nothing short of breathtaking, with its grand architecture and meticulously landscaped gardens.

As they stepped inside, the party was already in full swing. The grand ballroom was a vision of opulence, with crystal chandeliers casting a warm glow over the crowd of impeccably dressed guests. Servers weaved through the throng, offering glasses of champagne and trays of hors d'oeuvres.

Matthew leaned closer to Claire as they walked in. "Wow. And I thought your penthouse was fancy. This place is on another level."

Claire gave him a side-eye. "Behave."

He grinned. "Always."

They were quickly greeted by Adrian himself, who looked every bit the part of a host in his tailored suit. His face lit up when he saw Claire, and he closed the distance between them in a few strides.

"You look stunning," he said, his voice warm as he kissed her cheek.

"And you look dashing, as always," Claire replied with a smile, handing him the box and the small case. "Happy birthday, Adrian."

Adrian took the gifts, his expression curious. "Should I open them now or later?"

"Later," Claire said, glancing around. "You've got a lot of guests to entertain."

Adrian chuckled. "True. But I'll definitely make time for these."

As Adrian moved on to greet other guests, Claire took a glass of champagne from a passing server and surveyed the room. It didn't take long for her eyes to land on

Alexander, who was holding court near the bar, surrounded by a small group of sycophantic admirers. Their eyes met briefly, and he raised his glass in a mock toast, his smirk unmistakable.

"Ugh," Claire muttered under her breath, turning away.

"Spot the devil?" Matthew quipped, appearing at her side with his own glass of champagne.

"More like the snake," Claire replied, taking a sip of her drink. "I'm avoiding him."

"Smart move," Matthew said. "But if he does try to corner you, just give me the signal. I'll handle it."

"I'll keep that in mind," Claire said, grateful for Matthew's unwavering loyalty.

As the evening went on, Claire couldn't help but admire how seamlessly Adrian navigated the crowd. He was charming and gracious, making every guest feel welcome. It was one of the things she loved most about him his ability to make everyone feel seen and valued.

Eventually, Adrian found his way back to Claire, his smile softer now that the formalities of hosting were winding down. "How are you holding up?" he asked, slipping an arm around her waist. "Better now," she said, leaning into him.

Before Adrian could say more, one

of his guests approached, patting him on the back and engaging him in conversation. Claire smiled, understanding the necessity of entertaining guests even on his own birthday. That was part of being a Saint Laurent-the grandson of one of the most influential men in the business world. Even a birthday party wasn't just a celebration but also an opportunity to strengthen connections.

"I'll let you get back to your admirers," Claire whispered playfully, squeezing his arm. "I'm going to mingle a bit."noveldrama

Adrian smiled apologetically, then kissed her cheek. "Don't stray too far."

Claire wandered through the elegantly decorated ballroom until she spotted Adriana Saint Laurent, Adrian's mother. Adriana radiated poise, her tailored gown and sparkling jewelry commanding attention as she conversed with a small group. "Adriana!" Claire greeted warmly.

Adriana turned, her face lighting up at the sight of Claire. "Claire, my dear! It's so wonderful to see you here tonight." She pulled Claire into a light embrace. "You look absolutely stunning." "Thank you," Claire replied, returning the smile. "And you, as always, look impeccable."

Adriana waved her hand dismissively but looked pleased nonetheless. "Oh, stop. You flatter me."

Adrian's father, Charles Saint Laurent, approached with a glass of whiskey in hand, his expression softening as he noticed Claire. "Claire," he greeted with a nod. "It's good to see you."

"Mr. Saint Laurent," Claire replied politely. "It's a lovely evening. Adrian's done an amazing job bringing everyone together."

Charles chuckled. "That boy takes after his grandfather more than he'll admit. Always a Saint Laurent, always a host."

Claire laughed softly, then leaned closer to Adriana. "Speaking of which, where is Mr. Saint Laurent tonight?"

Adriana smiled knowingly. "He's upstairs, no doubt talking business. Even on nights like this, he can't resist a good discussion about strategy."

Claire chuckled. "That sounds like him."

"You should go say hello," Adriana encouraged. "He always speaks so highly of you."

Claire smiled then nodded. "I think I will. Thank you."