The countryside farmhouse did not look like a quiet retreat tonight. It was glowing with warm golden lights, and the soft, elegant notes of a string quartet floated through the evening air. It was Saturday night, and the welcome party had officially begun.
Hazel stood in the quietest corner of the grand hall, her clipboard held tightly to her chest. She had not slept well for two days. She had personally checked the thousands of white orchids, tasted the catering, and ensured the crystal chandeliers were spotless.
Everything was flawless.
Suddenly, the heavy double doors opened. The music seemed to fade into the background as a hush fell over the wealthy crowd.
Nicholas and Angelina had arrived.
They were the absolute center of attention. Nicholas looked breathtakingly handsome in a
