Sara Michaels
“I feel underdressed,” Sara murmured, her fingers lightly clutching the side of her cream-colored dress as they stepped out of the car and into the glow of the grand estate.
The mansion loomed before them like something out of a dream, every window lit, every detail screaming wealth and legacy.
The long driveway had been lined with luxury cars, and the distant sound of violins floated through the night air, soft yet intimidating.
Sara suddenly became very aware of how simple she looked compared to the kind of people who belonged in a place like this.
She swallowed, her chest tightening. Maybe I should have worn something more… something that proves I belong here. Something that proves I’m enough for him.
Kingsley noticed the shift in her expression immediately. Withou
