Magnetic attraction

Adam’s POV

A hundred rollers and three hours later, I found myself standing on the balcony of the hall where Isabella Stone’s birthday party was to be held. 

I ran a finger on the railing, taking note of every detail of the hall. The balcony where I stood was quite the vantage point. It was in the hall and connected to the ground floor through stairs that run on either side.  

However I had made sure it was reserved for me. The party had begun but I wanted some peace and quiet so I could confirm that everything was according to plan.

The podium where my mother would stay when she arrived had a grand blue sofa, with a number of pillows and a nice egyptian stool. 

Behind the sofa, were long flowing golden curtains that draped down. They were made of pure gold, beaten into thin shimmering strands to form a curtain. 

The hall was in one of my hotels clos