Bea’s POV
As we exited the dining room, Marcus's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Shall we?" he asked, gesturing to the door.
Lila and I exchanged a look, our anticipation building in tandem. "What's the surprise?" I asked again, my voice barely above a whisper.
Marcus grinned mischievously. "You'll see," he said, leading us through the darkened corridors of the house.
Our footsteps echoed off the walls as we approached a large wooden door with an iron knocker shaped like a lion's head. Marcus lifted the knocker and let it fall, the sound resonating through the hallway.
The door creaked open, and we stepped into a grand ballroom that took my breath away. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling, glowing warmly over the dance floor. Lila gasped in delight, and Marcus smiled at me.
"Welcome t
