Maids were currently busy when the darkness had fully taken over the place, and the mansion’s surroundings started to light up, giving it a splendid view of the garden. Eve was on the balcony, wearing her favorite caramel strapless dress. Her hair was fixed into a ponytail. She looks fabulous and well-presented. Her mother did the preparations, from her hair to a pair of four-inch black heels. The time had come when she would be meeting her husband-to-be as their wedding had only one week left. It was out of pity that her parents wasted a tiny effort to set up a grandiose dinner at their mansion for their meeting. She looked down below and witnessed every maidservant preparing the food with a weary expression and hopeless heart. It was the end of her freedom; never did she find herself in
