Brooke gasped as she walked into his house. The place was almost as big as a castle. The one that you only thought exist in a fairytale book. Crystal chandeliers were adorning the ceiling, with classical music playing softly in the background. People gathered while talking to each other, with champagne in their hand. Brooke could tell from their outfit they were all high-class and rich people. She suddenly felt like an outsider here.
Maybe Miranda is right. She doesn’t belong to be here. Jackson puts his arms on the small of her back as he notices the sudden change in her expression. “You want to grab something to drink?” he offered with a smile. “Yes, please…” Brooke replied, almost instantly. The ballroom is big, but she felt suffocated inside.
She downed a glass of champagne in one g
