Lucien's POV

“Where the hell is this girl? I’ve looked all over for her” I curse out as I stroll down the massive hallways in the castle.

I roam the vast compound, my eyes scanning every corner, searching for Natasha. The guests at the party, adorned in their elegant attire, catch glimpses of my intense gaze as I pass by them. The dim lights cast a mysterious ambiance, adding an air of intrigue to the scene.

I walk through the grand hallways, lined with exquisite artwork and ornate chandeliers, my footsteps echoing against the marble floors. The sound of laughter and music fills the air, mingling with the murmur of conversations. Each room I enter, I carefully observe the faces of the guests, hoping to catch a glimpse of Natasha’s enchanting presence.

The ballroom, adorned with opulent decorations and flickering candlelight, is bustling with activity. Couples twirl on the dance floor, their movements graceful and synchronized. Among the mingling guests, I search for the familiar figure, my eye