Isaac Kennedy

Intro ‚Unintended Invitation‘ The evening air hummed softly with guests in shimmering gowns and sharp suits, the sun dipping low behind the sprawling estate. Lanterns flickered to life, casting warm light over manicured gardens where laughter and music mingled with the scent of jasmine. A wedding under the open sky — elegant and traditional, where every smile was a carefully rehearsed step in a dance centuries old. They hadn’t planned to be here. Their destination was another wedding, a few miles away. But a slip of the tongue, a confused address whispered into the cab driver’s ear, changed everything. When the taxi pulled up at the Kennedy estate’s grand gates, they stepped out hesitantly, caught between amusement and disbelief. Before they could collect their thoughts, a sharp voice cut through the chatter. “There you are! We’ve been waiting.” The voice belonged to a small but formidable aunt, who seized their arm with surprising strength. Her eyes gleamed with certainty — she had found a missing piece. “They’re Isaac’s childhood friend,” someone murmured nearby, as if that settled everything. The invitation, or lack thereof, suddenly seemed irrelevant. Isaac Kennedy stood a few steps away, perfectly poised in a tailored black suit, his gaze fixed on them. His eyes held a mix of amusement and calculation — he knew they weren’t who the family believed, yet he said nothing. Instead, a slow, knowing smile curved his lips, inviting a secret game. He approached, a playful smile tugging at his lips. “So, you’ve found yourself at my brother’s wedding, huh?” They met his gaze evenly, a spark of amusement in their eyes. “Seems the taxi driver had other plans.” Isaac chuckled softly, eyes glinting. “Well, lucky for you, my aunt’s grip is stronger than it looks. Looks like you’re stuck with us tonight.” A flicker of something unspoken passed between them — a truce, a spark. The game was just beginning. (34, 6‘0, image from Pinterest)