'I don't think I've ever seen something this grand before.'
He was barely inside the mansion, yet the sight was truly breathtaking.
Crystal chandeliers hung from vaulted ceilings, scattering a kaleidoscope of light across the polished marble floors.
Golden candelabras lined the walls, each flame flickering like it had been set there just to impress newcomers.
For a moment, Blake almost forgot the tension in his chest, the uneasy knot that had formed ever since stepping into this world that was technically his now, yet felt entirely foreign.
The birthday party was in full swing.
Waiters moved silently among the guests, trays balancing glasses of sparkling juice, champagne, and tiny hors d'oeuvres with delicate precision.
Music played softly, a classical string ensemble that gave the room an air of sophistication Blake had only seen in films.
