Zafron read the rest of the letter aloud, his voice tinged with a mix of excitement and apprehension. "It says I should meet at the fountain square. There'll be a cart waiting to pick me up."

Mara's frown deepened. "I don't like this, Zafron. It feels too... orchestrated."

Matilda nodded in agreement. "She's right. Be on your guard. The Beaumonts aren't known for simple social calls."

Zafron stood, tucking the letter into his pocket. "I'll be careful, I promise. But this could be a real opportunity for us."

As he moved towards the door, both women rose to see him off. Mara reached out, squeezing his arm gently. "Just... come back to us in one piece, okay?"

Matilda's eyes were serious as she added, "And remember, in noble circles, every word and gesture can have hidden meanings. Watch what you say and do." Of course he knew that but it was still nice to see that they both had a piece of experience and warning to give.

Zafron nodded, touched by their concern. "I'll keep my wits about me. Who knows? Maybe I'll come back with good news?"

But of course this was just him trying to calm their nerves. He had no real information as to why he was being summoned by Cassandra Beaumont. And to make matters more interesting, Matilda had made her a bigger deal than he even thought. If she was this top name in the city and was asking to meet with him, he hoped it was for good.

With a final wave, he stepped out into the bustling streets of Drakoria. As he made his way to the fountain square, his mind raced with possibilities. 'Why me? What could Cassandra Beaumont possibly want?' he mused internally. 'Is this about yesterday's incident, or is there something more?'

On reaching the fountain square, he noticed it was quite full compared to late evening yesterday and early this morning.

It was a hive of activity when he arrived with merchants hawked their wares, children chased each other around the ornate fountain, and the air was filled with the mingled scents of fresh bread and exotic spices. Amidst the chaos, Zafron spotted an elegantly crafted cart, its polished wood gleaming in the sunlight.

The driver, dressed in livery that screamed wealth and prestige, spotted Zafron and beckoned him over. "Master Zafron?" he called, his voice was cultured and refined. "I'm here to escort you to the Beaumont estate."

As Zafron approached, the driver bowed deeply. "It's an honor to serve you, sir. Please, make yourself comfortable."

Zafron blinked, taken aback by the deferential treatment. 'This is... different,' he thought as he climbed into the plush interior of the cart. The seats were softer than any he'd ever sat on except for the one he rode with Cassandra the previous day. He could tell this was a different cart entirely. Just how many did she have?

In front of him, there was a small array of refreshments had been laid out for the journey.

As the cart set off, weaving through the crowded streets with surprising ease, Zafron found himself marveling at the unexpected luxury. 'I could get used to this,' he mused, a small smile playing on his lips. 'Though I shouldn't. This is probably just how the Beaumonts treat all their guests.'

The journey took them through progressively more affluent areas of the city. Zafron watched as modest houses gave way to grand manors, each seemingly trying to outdo the last in opulence. Gardens became more elaborate, fences more ornate, and the people on the streets wore increasingly fine clothing.

Finally, they approached a set of towering gates, intricately wrought from what appeared to be solid gold. As they swung open, Zafron's jaw dropped. The Beaumont estate sprawled before him, a vision of luxury that made even the grandest homes they'd passed look modest in comparison.

The driveway wound through meticulously manicured gardens, bursting with flowers in every color imaginable, what wouldn't Matilda give to be here right now?

Fountains dotted the landscape, their sparkling waters catching the sunlight. In the distance, Zafron could make out what looked like a maze of hedges, its green walls stretching high into the sky.

As they drew closer to the mansion itself, Zafron's eyes widened further. The Beaumont home was a masterpiece of architecture, its white marble walls gleaming in the sunlight. Towering columns supported a roof adorned with specially crafted statuary, and countless windows reflected the blue sky like mirrors.

'By the gods,' Zafron thought, his mental voice filled with awe. 'The Blackthorn mansion was impressive, but this... this is on another level entirely.'

The cart came to a stop at the foot of a grand staircase leading up to the main entrance. Several other expensive-looking vehicles were already parked nearby, confirming his suspicions.

'Do these all belong to her family alone or is there a party going on with some guests inside already? If so, I'm not dressed for that sort of thing or even sure I want to attend one,' he thought as he saw numerous carts of equal quality as the one he rode in and several more better than the one he rode in parked at several angles.

As Zafron stepped out, still somewhat dazed by the sheer grandeur surrounding him, he caught sight of a familiar figure at the top of the stairs.

Cassandra Beaumont stood there, resplendent in a gown that seemed to shimmer with every movement. Her hair was styled elaborately, and a very shiny necklace of some unknown material that Zafron couldn't quite pick out rested on her neck. As their eyes met, she smiled warmly and began to descend the stairs.

'Here we go,' Zafron thought, taking a deep breath to steady himself. 'Whatever this is about, it has to be big with the way she's dressed. I just hope I'm ready for it.'

As Cassandra approached, Zafron straightened his posture, acutely aware of Matilda's earlier advice about the importance of every gesture in noble circles. He forced a smile, hoping it looked more confident than he felt.

"Welcome, Zafron," Cassandra said, her voice as melodious as he remembered. "I'm so glad you could join us today."

Zafron bowed slightly, praying he was following proper etiquette. "Thank you for the invitation, Lady Beaumont. Your home is... breathtaking."

Cassandra's smile widened. "Please, call me Cassandra. And this?" She gestured at the mansion behind her. "This is just a house. What truly matters is the company we keep within its walls."

Her words, though gracious, did little to quell the nervous flutter in Zafron's stomach. 'Well, she didn't talk like this yesterday. Does the switch in appearance affect how she talks to?' Zafron thought remembering she wore a simple shorts yesterday. Then again, seeing her today, he realized how much of a beauty she was. It's a wonder what money could do.

'What am I doing here?' he wondered again. 'What could someone like Cassandra Beaumont possibly want with me?'

As if sensing his unease, Cassandra placed a gentle hand on his arm. "Come," she said, her tone warm and inviting. "Let's go inside. There's much we need to discuss."