The following morning, an excited energy coursed through the palace. Every gilded hallway and marble floor hummed with the anticipation of the day's major event: Noah's Welcoming Ceremony.
Mabel had been tirelessly instructing the swarm of uniformed servants since dawn. She oversaw every minute detail, from the precise placement of the floral arrangements to the execution of the elaborate decoration and theme.
"Mom," Katelyn said. She carried a clipboard, holding various lists on it. "I've checked and cross-referenced the registry for the presents. Everything is perfect and accounted for."
"Alright," Mabel murmured, taking the clipboard. She briefly scanned the elegant script on the pages before raising her gaze to meet her daughter's.
