The melodious, classical waltz music welcomes us into the large spherical-shaped hall, lined with rows of crystal chandeliers shimmering on the marble flooring. I look up to gaze at Ronan, who grins back at me. He leads me forward into the hall, occupied with people dressed in fancy dresses and tuxedos, each adorned with beautiful masks. Long tables with chairs are situated at opposite sides of the hall, displaying different blue and silver candle bars. There's ample space in the middle for people to mingle and showcase their dresses. Chatter and the clinking of wine glasses fill the air as ladies and gentlemen converse in groups, some seated on sofas beside the drapes, toasting wine glasses.
"I would like you to meet my parents," Ronan mentions, and I nod slowly. We walk in sync with eac
