Scars Of A Broken Bond by Calv Momose

The stone wall, constructed with natural stones, each one of them different, enveloped the manor securely, its size reflecting the
manor, daunting and pronounced.
Upon reaching the magnificent, iron-wrought gates of the manor, there stood a pavilion with a servant checking the guests’
invitation cards.
Inside the manor, a road stretched ahead, consisting of more natural stones. Both sides of the road were decorated with lush
greenery, adding to the grandeur of the area.
After advancing for around ten minutes and making a turn, Sabrina found herself in a vast parking lot. It rivaled a university
playground in size, already filled with numerous luxurious cars, their grandness glinting in the evening light.
Several waiters were strategically positioned around the spacious parking lot to guide guests toward the hall.
As a taxi approached, a waiter promptly stepped forward. Sabrina alighted, and the waiter guided her toward the banquet hall.
Bathed in the soft glow of the night, the magnificent building commanded attention with its resplendent presence. Stretching
across four gracefully adorned floors, it emanated an aura of refined elegance and timeless sophistication, bathed in a beautiful
glow beneath the stars.
Two European-style corridors covered in vibrant greenery flanked the castle’s entrance. The center of the area consisted of a
central fountain illuminated by neon lights on its bottom edges.
Following the waiter through the lengthy corridor, Sabrina reached the castle.
The hall was ablaze with Light, radiating magnificence, and teeming with well-dressed attendees.

The high social standing of Bella’s father was evident, as all the people present were donned in sharp suits and haute couture
gowns.
Upon entering the hall, Sabrina scanned the surroundings, but Bella was nowhere in sight. Instead, Sabrina spotted Collen
engaged in conversation with a group of people around him, a glass of wine in his hand.
Guests came in one after another, and the air was abuzz with joy and excitement.
Sabrina found a seat in the rest area, discreetly pulling out her phone and snapping a photo of the glamorous hall. She sent it to
Bettie with the message, “Look! It’s awesome!”
It was still morning on Bettie’s side. Bettie, who was having breakfast, responded without delay, “Is this Bella’s house?”
“Yes.”
Over the past few days, Sabrina had kept in touch with Bettie and had informed her about Bella’s invitation to the party.
Bettie expressed her surprise, “You’ve known a rich woman! I’m jealous of Collen!”
“Ha-ha. .
As Sabrina continued chatting gleefully with Bettie, a scornful comment emanated from nearby, “She must be showing off to her
friend.”
“I caught a glimpse of her screen. There’s no such person in Philade.
I don’t know how she wormed her way in here,” added another woman.

Sabrina looked up at the two women making snarky comments about her.
She suspected they were from the same country as her. Judging from the way they recognized her as a new face here, they
seemed to be familiar with the people there.