The tension in the car was discernible, and I was failing to breathe. I was glad when we reached Halsey's new mansion. The driver opened the door, and my mate and I linked arms as we went to the door.
A servant welcomed us. She bowed and smiled. I could hear chatter and soft music coming from another room.
Halsey's mansion was elegant. By its decoration, I could tell she was a woman of style. The walls were covered with captivating paintings.
" My prince, Luna, welcome. This is my temporary home until the estate is ready," she said, kissing both of us on the cheek. I peered at her outfit, a lovely cocktail dress with a low necklace.
" You have a lovely home," I said.
" Thank you. Let's go to the party room; everyone is there," she said, and we followed her. We reached the room an
