THAT WEEKEND

BEAVERBROOK HOTEL

POV MARCELINE

"Here we are," Grey said as we pulled up to a three-story gray stone hotel. Although I would call it more of a castle than a hotel by the looks of it. I could see at least one tower and the building had at least twenty or so windows on the front.

"This is just where people are staying?" I asked.

Grey nodded, "The main wedding party is staying here, but everyone else is close by."

I shook my head, "This seems ...