The sky over Paris burned orange as the sun began to set, casting golden light across the Seine. On the deck of the Liberty, laughter and music flowed freely. Juleka’s birthday party was in full swing—streamers fluttering, music playing, and her closest friends gathered around.

But Juleka stood off to the side, clutching a drink she hadn’t taken a sip of, her eyes scanning the small crowd. Her stomach twisted when she spotted Luka gently tuning his guitar near the speakers. He’d just arrived, smiling softly as always.

Her heart sank when she turned and saw Marinette visibly freeze at the sight of him. Marinette looked down, awkward, trying to smile, but her fingers clenched the hem of her shirt. Why wouldn't she? After all they broke up because Marinette still liked Adrien.

Then it happened—everyone glanced at Juleka. Alya, Rose, Nino, Everyone. Even her own brother, Luka. Confused looks. Awkward silence.

The unspoken question was loud: What was going on? Why did things suddenly went wrong?

Juleka’s throat closed. She hadn’t been able to say it. She couldn't ask her own brother not to come to her birthday. How do you choose between your best friend’s comfort and your family?

Overwhelmed by guilt and disappointment in herself, she slipped away from the deck and descended into the lower cabin of the Liberty. The party sounds became muffled behind the walls. She went to her room, closed the door, and sank to the bed, burying her face in her hands.