บท 556: A Whispered Adoration

Beneath the canvas of a star-studded night sky, Wildridge Manor revealed its most enchanting visage. Expansive and elegant, the manor basked in the gentle illumination of countless lamps, each casting a warm, welcoming glow over its architectural splendor.

As night embraced the world in darkness, a carriage sliced through the quiet, rolling through the main gate of Wildridge Manor. Inside, a woman of striking beauty pressed her hand against the left side of her chest, trying to still her fluttering heart.

Peering out the window, she was captivated by the dreamlike vision of the manor bathed in glow of numerous lamps lit.

Was the manor always this mesmerizing, or did tonight cast a special magic? Or perhaps it was simply her imagination painting the scene in a different hue.