The car traversed along the boulevard lined with luxury vehicles.
Every now and then, along the winding mountain road, stood welcoming maids with their flaming red hair and sparkling green eyes, each one as sweet as sugar.
As the car passed, they presented a respectful curtsy with a warm smile.
Agnes lost count of how many there were.
But one thing she was sure of.
Count Alexandra had invited a lot of guests this time.
Because on the way, countless sports cars and luxury vehicles whizzed past.
Finally, the car halted at the entrance of the castle.
Stepping out of the car, Agnes was taken aback.
The castle was built in the seventeenth century, grand and majestic.
Outside the castle was a giant gold foil fountain, flanked by garden mazes, the air filled with the sweet fragrance of unidentified flowers, elegant and mysterious.
It was said that the castle also housed an aquarium, a theatre, and a horse track, which were simply breathtaking.
Upon entering, the interior was even more opulent.
The dome-like ceiling was adorned with ancient sculptures and murals.
Thick carpets lined the floor.
Around the hall, there were spiral staircases leading upstairs.
Around the hall, there were four floor-to-ceiling glass doors, leading to the front hall and the back garden.
From the dome, a crystal chandelier scattered a cascade of light, the whole hall was filled with elegantly dressed people, holding wine glasses, chatting and laughing.
Agnes' appearance attracted a lot of attention.
There were at least a few hundred people in the hall, and almost of them were French and British.
Agnes was in a dazzling red dress, like a blooming rose.
As she walked, she attracted many admiring gazes.
Agnes kept her face expressionless, pretending to be aloof.
In such a situation, she was just a decoration, her only role was to accompany Kearney.
When Kearney arrived, he was a hit.
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