Imogen's POV

Three white Mercedes, and two black Lamborghinis had driven into the castle. I stood by my room window, watching.

Guessing the kind of personalities that were going to step down from the car. I wouldn't say that I was disappointed, because just by the sight of the cars, they screamed wealth.

I expected it anyway, the rich don't marry the poor in most cases.

So, which one of the beautiful ladies was to be my brother's bride?

They were both beautiful, even though I couldn't get a clear view of them both.

I could see how beautiful they were

Although, one of them who looked like the older...