ASH’S POV
It was the night of the party and I had to admit, our normal cold and empty huge house had been transformed into a lively and enchanting space.
My mum had failed at trying to keep the party as minimal as possible after working tirelessly to ensure that everything was perfect for the evening. Decorations adorned the walls, elegant tables meticulously arranged as the soft glow coming from the chandeliers hung on the ceiling lit up the house.
As time grew closer, guests began to flood the room, all appropriately dressed for the dinner. I wasn’t left out myself, dressed in all black suit, doing my best to look as formal as possible.
“Ash, dear,” my mum rushed towards me, a glass of champagne in her hands. “I need to get to my room to get changed. Please keep an eye on the guests
