{Ellie’s POV}
It was my second visit to The Crest.
The interior design of the manor never failed to amaze me, and just thinking that I was going to see this place for a long time the moment dad fully agreed, it seemed like a dream. It felt like a dream, but at the same time, the heavy weight of the pressure felt so much nerve-wracking now that I was this close to becoming what my mother had declined to be.
I’ve always idolized mom, and I never want to disappoint her, and there’s a big chance that she didn’t want me to do this—that if she were here right now, she’d told me to stop, to back out while there’s still a chance—but this was the first time that I was finally making a decision that I really wanted.
All of the people I love didn’t want this, but I wanted this. I wanted this so b
