Life has a funny way of getting back at her.
All these years, Genevieve thought that she had finally done it, finally ran away from home and everything she ever knew then. Hell, she corrects, cringing at herself when she thought of that place as home. You don't call a place home if every single thing about it is what she'd like to forget. That house had everything one can ever think of, packed in a mansion, with furniture dating back decades and centuries, even. Her father is a supreme collector indeed.
and not just of antique furniture, she thought, looking up at the ceiling, which was seemingly getting farther away from her as she strained her eyes.
She thought she was finally away from her past. That it wouldn't haunt her now. It was the best decision of her life and something she w
