It had fallen into direpair over the years, but when Christopher became successful he started the process of restoring it to its former glory.
Every renovation, every adjustment, was a spectacle covered extensively by the media, with each change somehow making the Castle even more magnificent than before.
I turned to Alexander, my voice barely above a whisper. “You can’t be serious.”
“Oh, he’s very serious,” Christopher said, clearly pleased with my reaction.
I stared at him, my thoughts a swirl of awe and disbelief. The Castle wasn’t just a venue—it was a symbol of untouchable luxury and prestige. And now, somehow, it was being offered to us.
"That's incredible," I said, still in disbelief.
Alexander was writing something on the sheet of paper he had pulled out. I
