Chapter One Hundred and Eighty Eight

The grand decorations adorned the ballroom with an air of regal elegance as if it were a fairy tale brought to life.

The theme of the night was none other than royalty, and every corner of the ballroom was beautifully adorned with twinkling lights, cascading flowers, and royal insignia.

Transporting everyone into a world of fantasy and dreams.

All eyes were drawn to Marco and Lily as they stepped into the hall. They looked good and on the theme.

They made for a truly captivating sight as if they had stepped out of a storybook.

The music played, Marco's eyes locked with Lily's, and he couldn't resist the opportunity to seize the moment.

With a playful glint in his eye, he adopted a charming British accent, saying, "May I have the honor of this dance, my lady?" Lily giggled.

"Why, of course, kind sir," Lily replied, mimicking the accent, her laughter like sweet music to his ears.

She placed her delicate hand in his outstretched arm, and together, they gracefully made their way to