When the car finally pulled into Maya Hills Events & Décor, her heart thudded a thousand times before she stepped out. The building was a lot smaller than the Blackthron tower but, it had its own elegance—with soft beige walls, modern art along the corridor, and a faint smell of roses in the air.
The receptionist, a young woman with kind eyes and glossy black hair, greeted her with a professional smile.
“Good morning, Ma’am. Welcome to Maya Hills. Do you have an appointment?”
Maya Hills Events & Décor was an event design company that was owned by the second daughter of the Hills family, another old-money family in the country. From what Daryl had told her, the company and family were well acquainted with the Blackthorns and handled every single event hosted.
“Yes.” Ariana straightened
