Jackson eased his sleek car to a stop in front of the sprawling estate, the engine purring like a contented cat before falling silent. He glanced at Isabella in the passenger seat, her eyes wide as saucers as she took in the scene before them.
"Holy crap," she breathed, her nose practically pressed against the window. "Are you sure we're at the right place? This looks like something out of a movie."
Jackson chuckled, trying to mask his own nervousness. "Unless there's another ridiculously opulent mansion throwing a party tonight, we're in the right spot."
He exited the car, adjusting his bowtie for the umpteenth time. The cool night air hit him like a refreshing slap to the face, carrying the faint strains of music and laughter from somewhere beyond the towering iron gates.
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