Under the cascading crystal of the Harrington estate’s chandeliers, the celebration was a symphony of manufactured perfection. An ocean of guests in bespoke suits and couture gowns drifted through the grand ballroom, their laughter as meticulously polished as the silver platters they held. A string quartet, tucked into a gilded alcove, murmured elegant notes from Vivaldi, providing a sophisticated soundtrack to the evening’s primary purpose: the glorification of the Harrington name.
