WILLA
The grand hall below was breathtaking.
Sunlight streamed through tall arched windows draped in delicate ivory curtains, casting a soft golden glow over the polished marble floors and ornate chandeliers. Round tables covered in crisp white linens and fresh floral arrangements filled the space, creating an elegant yet intimate atmosphere for the gathering.
I stood leaning against the smooth wooden handrail of the grand spiral staircase, watching everything unfold below.
It was exactly 3:00 PM — the time Mrs. Archer had mentioned for the spring tea party two days ago. She stood gracefully near the entrance, welcoming guests with warm smiles, while I remained where I was. I still barely understood what role I was supposed to play.
