Brooke arrived at Sutton's grand mansion, her heart filled with anticipation. She had received a cryptic message from Sutton, inviting her over for an urgent matter. In her mind, she was certain it was about the upcoming engagement party. Sutton, always the meticulous planner, had probably thought of a new theme or a unique venue.
A maid, her face impassive, guided Brooke through the labyrinthine corridors of the mansion. The air was heavy with the scent of expensive perfume and polished wood. The grandeur of the surroundings was both awe-inspiring and intimidating and Brooke could not help dreaming of when she would be the mistress of this mansion.
The maid led Brooke through the door until they got to the sun-drenched garden. Sutton was seated on a wrought-iron bench by the duck pond where she was feeding them.
"Mrs. Marlowe, your guest is here." The maid said before leaving Brooke alone.
