Ariella's POV
I could hardly believe my eyes. The palace before me was more magnificent than anything I could have imagined, even in my wildest dreams. It stood tall and proud, its golden spires reaching towards the sky and glistening in the afternoon sun. The grandeur of the Palace of Versailles paled in comparison to this breathtaking sight.
Francis had told me the Winters Family was like royalty, but seeing their palace made me realize how deeply entrenched their power and wealth were. The maids and servants waited at the entrance, perfectly aligned. As I approached, they bowed low in a synchronized salute, a testament to the disciplined life they led here.
My heart pounded with a mix of excitement and trepidation. I had never experienced such deference before. Growing up in poverty,
