M O N G R E L
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The day was surprisingly different for Arianna as it was torn between the illusion of her mate and betrayal of Sargent's mate.
The evening sun was casting the long shadows of the pine trees situated at the boundaries of the castle on the ground. The slanting rays of the setting sun gave a warm orange tinge to the sky with the complement of chilly air.
The sun had set but the celebration had started with the music in the air. The castle was decorated with light bulbs and flowers, precisely rose as it was Arianna' favourite flower.
Few of the guests had already made their appearance in the main foyer, making themselves comfortable by drinking a glass of wine that had been served by the servants time to time.
Men wore their classic suits and women wore strikingly beautiful, extravagant gowns with jewelry that shone in the light.
At thirty past eight, Arianna was getting her hair done by her mother. Ana's hair was a mix of light curls and waves just above her waist.
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