Under the grape trellis, clusters of grapes emitted a faint scent, irresistibly alluring.
The professional design team arranged the vineyard to resemble a magical house from a fairytale.
The landscape lights created an effect that seemed dreamy and fantastic, with servants already bringing various prestigious red wines from the wine cellar one after another.
Among them, there were rare wines from Lucifer's collection.
Cecilia Branford, seeing this, was greatly satisfied by her own vanity, sitting on the Queen's sofa, holding the scepter, commanding the servants busily.
"You, straighten those flowers facing me."
"And you, how did you set up the wine tower—don't you know how to do your job?"
"Go and check if all my guests have arrived."
By 7 o'clock in the evening, all twenty-something friends invited by Cecilia Branford had arrived.
Seeing this dreamy and fantastic party venue, they unanimously began to praise her, "It's so beautiful, Cecilia, you're amazing!"
