Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

The stone wall, constructed with natural stones, each one of them different, enveloped the manor securely, its size reflecting the manor, daunting and pronounced.

Upon reaching the magnificent, iron-wrought gates of the manor, there stood a pavilion with a servant checking the guests’ invitation cards.

Inside the manor, a road stretched ahead, consisting of more natural stones. Both sides of the road were decorated with lush greenery, adding to the grandeur of the area.

After advancing for around ten minutes and making a turn, Sabrina found herself in a vast parking lot. It rivaled a university playground in size, already filled with numerous luxurious cars, their grandness glinting in the evening light.

Several waiters were strategically positioned around the spacious parking lot to guide guests toward the hall.

As a taxi approached, a waiter promptly stepped forward. Sabrina alighted, and the waiter guided her toward the banquet hall.

Bathed in the soft glow of the night, the magnificent building commanded attention with its resplendent presence. Stretching across four gracefully adorned floors, it emanated an aura of refined elegance and timeless sophistication, bathed in a beautiful glow beneath the stars.

in vibrant greenery flanked the castle’s entrance. The center of the area consisted of a central fountain illuminated by neon

waiter through the lengthy corridor,

ablaze with Light, radiating magnificence,

was evident, as all the people present were donned in sharp

spotted Collen engaged in conversation with a group of people around him, a glass of wine

and the air

out her phone and snapping a

side. Bettie, who was having

“Yes.”

few days, Sabrina had kept in touch with Bettie and had informed

known a rich woman!

“Ha-ha. .