Fable had no idea what she was doing here. No idea at all, she thought nervously, clasping an invitation with gold writing and a gold seal on the front in her hands.
Right at 8 o'clock sharp, a sleek black car with tinted windows had arrived in front of the hotel, just like the invitation had said. The driver had only confirmed her name and was silent the rest of the uncomfortable drive.
The Manor he drove her to was a carbon copy of every rich family's millionaire dollar mansion. Including the black gate and guards in black suits posted all around the area. It was like being invited to a fancier White House.
Fable shuffled uncomfortably on the leather couch she'd been seen to. Everywhere she looked was blinding gold trim, massive artworks that belonged in museums, and ornate decorat
