After an hour or so of travel, the Rolls-Royce stopped in front of a pair of massive iron gates. The gates opened automatically and the driver continued on, now driving through a beautiful garden filled with sculpted shrubs, fountains and lights. In the distance, a huge mansion. In fact, it could easily be classified as a castle, the only time I've been to such a place was in a museum. Many other luxury cars were pulling up to the entrance, where men in fancy tuxedos and women in couture dresses were climbing the stairs that led to the front door of the mansion where the party was taking place. The car stopped and I was visibly nervous, but I tried to take a deep breath and think of something to calm myself down - it was embarrassing as all that popped into my mind was Alex. A man dressed
