Marco sat up straighter. "What if you just hosted the event at the farm?" he suggested.
Charlotte blinked at him. "The farm? But—there's no way. The whole thing was supposed to be professional. There's no room for a hundred people to walk around. It's… it's not set up for something like this."
"Maybe it is," Marco said, his tone light but serious. "You've got the space, and it's your farm. It's more than just a location, it's your home—and with the way things are, I don't think anyone would try to sabotage your own turf."
Charlotte felt a flicker of hope rise in her chest. She glanced at Olivia, who looked just as unsure as she felt.
"I mean, it's… a crazy idea," Olivia said slowly. "But we can make it work. It's your family's farm, and we're not giving up just because someone's throwing a wrench in our plans. We've come this far, right?"
