Meadow’s POV:
The soft, rich sound of classical music greeted us as we stepped into the large ballroom. The outside was massive and spacious, but the inside…
Looked like a f*****g dream.
Glass chandeliers hung from the ceiling, the floor was polished, and the crowd of people in the room was intimidating in a way. Like if you weren’t rich or extra-rich, you couldn’t belong here.
I didn’t exactly belong, but I wasn’t a stranger to luxury. After all, I was raised in it.
“Wow…” I whispered in wonder as I watched the waiters dressed in black and white weave through the crowd with trays containing wine, champagne—all kinds of alcohol.
“Yeah,” Alaric chuckled, looking down at me. “My mother usually goes all out. Doesn’t do… mediocre.”
I tightened my grip around his arm even though I knew h
