They came in, and a waiter greeted them with a drink. Anne walked alongside Devon, resisting the urge to stop every three steps they took and look at the paintings or the expensive pieces of art, scattered all over the place.
“It’s great, “
Anne spoke, marvelling at a painting.
“I never thought this one was in a private collection. “
She said and Devon looked at it, following her eyes.
“I will show you something later, okay?”
He said, “The manor has something like a small gallery in the western wing. I think you will like it.“
“ A gallery?” she gasped, “Yes, I would love to. “
They proceeded to the main hall where the official gathering was going to be held. Anne spotted her boss in the distance. His wife looked marvellous next to him. Devon’s mother wasn’t much younger than her
