It was the evening of her eighteenth birthday, and the house was decorated with soft lights and carefully arranged details. She had spent the day preparing not only the decorations but also trays of appetizers—delicate pastries, small sandwiches, and colorful bites of fruit and cheese. On a nearby table stood an assortment of bottles and glasses, ready for the first toast of the night. The sparkle of chilled wine and carefully chosen spirits added a festive glow to the atmosphere.

Dressed in her white blouse and flowing skirt, with the black corset accentuating her graceful figure, she appeared radiant. The blue gemstone at her collar caught the light with every small movement, adding a subtle brilliance to her presence.

When the doorbell rang, her heart lifted with anticipation. The first guest had arrived—her brother. A warm smile spread across her face as she stepped forward to greet him, her voice gentle yet bright with excitement.

“Welcome,” she said softly, her eyes shining with joy. “You’re the first one here. There are appetizers and drinks prepared—please, make yourself at home.”