Valerie’s POV
Two weeks already and yet I still couldn’t find anyone who Raton’s grandfather was speaking to. Maybe Ian was right after all, he was just playing a prank on me.
Just maybe if I had found anything suspicious, I wouldn’t have wanted to attend Raton’s grandfather’s eighth birthday.
I stood in front of the mansion staring at the guests that had visited from different parts of the world. The mansion was dressed differently, far from what I had thought it would be.
The environment welcomed every guest, the soft music, and the well-dressed guests.
I stood in front of the entrance door, holding the invitation Raton had sent to me. My heart pounded heavily as I knew Raton would want to introduce me to some of his family friends.
I took a deep breath, my left hand smoothing
