(Elodie)
I stared out of the car window in awe, absorbing the scene around me as Beckett drove us towards the large house waiting at the end of the driveway. No, not a house, a freaking mansion. Beckett explained to me on the way over that they usually held the charity event in a historical building that was known to host some of the most extravagant parties.
I studied the victorian stype home carefully, feeling like I was in some type of fairytale as Beckett pulled the car to the front. I could see two men walking towards us as Beckett put the car in park before getting out and walking around it. Opening my door, Beckett reached down, took my hand, and helped me stand.
"Here is your ticket, sir." One of the men stated, handing Beckett a small piece of paper as I realized they must be
