Allison's POV
As the limousine glides to a stop, I press my hands nervously into my lap, trying to steady myself. My heart thunders in my chest as I stare out the window. The estate is beyond anything I could've imagined. Darius's home, as grand as it is, looks modest compared to this.
Before us stretches a mansion that might as well be a castle. No—*is* a castle. Its stone facade glows in the warm light of strategically placed lanterns that line the winding driveway, casting long shadows on the meticulously trimmed hedges and marble statues that dot the landscape. The mansion looms ahead like something from a fantasy—massive, opulent, overwhelming. The turrets and towers reach up into the night sky, every window gleaming like jewels set into its stone surface. Ivy crawls up the sides, giving it an air of ancient nobility, and the vast estate surrounding it is shrouded in an air of quiet, almost sacred, luxury.