We step outside into the crisp afternoon air, the sun casting a golden glow over the estate. The anticipation in the air is palpable as Arlo and I make our way to his Aston Martin. The sleek, luxurious car gleams in the sunlight, a testament to Arlo's refined taste. Our guards follow close behind in a convoy of black SUVs, their presence a constant reminder of the dangerous world we inhabit.
As we drive through the picturesque Scottish countryside, the rolling hills and lush greenery provide a serene backdrop to our journey. My mind races with thoughts of the day's significance and the challenges ahead. I reach over and take Arlo's hand, offering silent support. He squeezes my hand in return, his eyes never leaving the road.
When we arrive at the venue, my jaw drops. It's a real castle,
