Once the ceremony was over, Van Dijk noticed his father and sister Celine speaking in hushed tones near the edge of the grand hall. The two of them had a serious air about them, their expressions tight and focused. Curiosity piqued, Van Dijk made his way over to them, his polished boots clicking softly against the marble floor.
"It'll take a week," Celine was saying, her voice low but firm. Her military uniform, though pristine, seemed to carry the weight of her responsibilities.
"You can handle them, then. You're the most reliable out of all your brothers," Dante replied, his deep voice carrying a note of confidence. His eyes, however, betrayed a flicker of concern.
Just as Van Dijk approached, the two of them seemed to shift, their expressions softening as they turned to face him. "Van Dijk, I'm glad nothing went wrong with the wedding," Celine said, her tone light but her eyes still sharp.
