Under the night sky, Morningstar Manor looked like a meticulously crafted oil painting, where every detail exuded an air of timeless elegance and nobility. The grand, luxurious estate was ablaze with lights, radiating a warmth that contrasted with the cool evening breeze.
Emma was dressed in a gown that Ethan had carefully selected for her. The hem of the dress lightly brushed against the manicured lawn, making her feel as if she was floating on air with each step.
As she gazed at the beautiful garden, filled with well-dressed gentlemen and ladies, she couldn't help but feel a bit overwhelmed.
Taking a deep breath, Emma murmured, "This isn't exactly what you described... it's much more high-end."
Despite Ethan's crash course on Bertha's preferences, the estate's rules, and the influent
