The Blackthorne Estate loomed ahead, an expansive testament to opulence and luxury. Lavish decorations adorned every surface, from the intricate wrought iron gates to the glittering chandeliers visible even from a distance. It was a scene befitting a royal celebration, with carriages arriving one after another, their occupants stepping out in an endless procession of elegance and refinement.
The main entrance to the palace was grand, with wide marble stairs leading up to towering doors framed by ornate columns. Carriages parked in a long line, each one disgorging high-echelon guests who descended with practiced grace. As I watched from my own carriage, I noted their polished manners and effortless poise. I would need to match their comportment.