Vivian's POV
Classical melodies drifted through the air as we entered the grand ballroom. The exterior had been impressive, but stepping inside felt like walking into another world entirely.
This place was absolutely stunning.
Crystal chandeliers cast warm light across polished marble floors, while elegantly dressed guests mingled beneath soaring ceilings. The atmosphere screamed old money and exclusive privilege. The kind of place where your net worth determined whether you belonged.
I might not have earned my place here, but luxury wasn't foreign to me. Growing up wealthy had its advantages.
"This is incredible," I breathed, watching servers in crisp uniforms glide between guests carrying silver trays of champagne and wine.
"Mother never settles for ordinary," Liam replied, glancing down at me with amusement. "She believes in making statements."
I pressed closer to his side, though I knew he couldn't feel the contact. "She certainly succeeded."
