CELESTINE’s POV

I had the sensation that I was balancing precariously on pins and needles while on our way to Maxwell's estate, sitting inside the car with my hands holding by Mrs. Maxwell while chatting with me, brimming with enthusiasm. I had no choice but to reply to her with a forced smile.

Half an hour later, we finally reached the Maxwell’s mansion. An old butler opened the door for us, welcoming us with a bright smile and ushered us to the enormous living room that was opulently furnished.

Everything about the house screamed opulence, sophistication, and class. From the immaculate white tiled floor to the chandeliers that hang in...