When the two arrived at Squire Manor, the lamps had just been lit, and luxury cars lined the streets of the estate.
Leah parked her car casually by the roadside, took Delphine's arm, and, wearing seven-inch heels, walked into the manor. They had come a bit late; the estate's lights were all on, creating a sea of illumination that turned the place into a semblance of daylight. Elegant countertops arranged around the manor brimmed with an endless flow of fine wine and gourmet delicacies.
No servants were present; instead, members of the Squire Family dressed in camouflage uniforms bustled through the estate. Griffith Squire had yet to make an appearance but had already managed to intimidate the elites attending the banquet.
