THE HAVEN HALL
The grand hall glittered with opulence. Tall crystal chandeliers dangled from the ceiling, casting a warm, soft glow over the room. The walls were draped with rich golden fabric that shimmered in the light.
Guests, dressed in their finest, walked around the hall, sipping champagne from delicate crystal flutes and laughing in soft tones. The air was alive with conversations.
“Wow,” Ethan breathed out.
Ethan looked around the room, his heart swelling with pride. This was exactly how he had envisioned it—perfect in every way. The decorations, the guests, everything. It was a celebration worthy of his grandmother.
He couldn't help but smile as he watched people mingling and enjoying the elegance around them.
Ethan smiled as he thought about his grandmother. His grandmothe
