"Shut the fuck up, Cyrus! I don't need any godsons or goddaughters! Everyone, get out of here!" she shouted, voice sharp as a whip.
I shook my head slowly, letting the tension simmer. "Now, now, how can that do? The main event hasn't even started yet. How can the audience just leave?"
Rory shot back, "Cyrus, you lunatic! What are you trying to do?"
I reached out and patted lightly.
Instantly, the bright 'Adoption Ceremony' banner hanging on the third floor was replaced with a stark white funeral banner.
It read: [Mourning the loss of Aurora McGrath's womb]
The upbeat music in the living room cut off abruptly, replaced by the mournful, wailing notes of a horn, an eerie, almost otherworldly sound. Each note hit like a victory fanfare in my chest, echoing with a haunting intensity.
Rory and Jesse's expressions twisted, changing in rapid succession.
Anger, humiliation, and murderous hatred blazed in their eyes.
"Cyrus, take that down immediately! Do you hear me?!"
Her face flushed crimson as she maneuvered her wheelchair closer, screaming with a raw, unrestrained rage.
I ignored her entirely, pulling the microphone I'd prepared and addressing the crowd.