|Xavier’s POV|
“Slow down on the champagne, the night hasn’t even begun yet.” I hear Azriel mumble from beside me but I cannot care less.
I am stressed with the massive number of guests currently pooling inside the manor that my father owns in Upstate New York.
Unlike my penthouse, this place could give the Kensington Palace a run for its money. All lavish decor and elaborate gardens with three private lakes on the property itself, it is the oldest and most prestigious real estate locations in New York, if not in the entire country.
And it has been owned and maintained by my family since we first came into business— which had been even before the second World War.
A hefty amount of money from both sides of our businesses was spent in the maintenance of this place each year and my
