Betty’s POV

The door opened and I stepped out into the cold.

Soft lightly snow fell from the sky, settling on my hair and the shoulders of my dress like tiny fragments of glass. The Orlov estate stood ahead of us, glowing under warm golden lights.

Every corner was wrapped in Christmas decorations, from the tall pine trees lined along the driveway to the grand entrance adorned with wreaths and ribbons. I have never seen such an intricate design on a private residence.

Ivan stepped ...