Elizabeth’s POV
Our two-hour drive had finally ended when the Silver Moonvally Pack mansion came into view. We had about a mile left before we stopped.
At first, I was nervous. This was the first formal event I had been invited to in a very long time. I felt the excitement building up in me.
Then it hit me: have I ever been to a formal event before?
The mansion was immense. The white building stretched as far as the eye could see around the mountain. It was definitely massive but elegant. I suddenly wondered how many people the mansion could hold. I turned to ask John, but he was busy talking to someone over the phone. When the car came to a stop, John, the perfect gentleman, came around the car to help me and Rosalie out of his black Bentley. John liked expensive things, and he nev
