She had imagined what riches will be like, what the home of the privileged will feel like but like always, her imaginations fell short compared to reality.
The Orson's villa isn't called a villa because of the size, it was more of quality than quantity.
The interior of the building is white and silver, the white shining and the silver toning it to a more homely intensity.
As the bodyguard led the way, she allowed her eyes roam all they can and her brain assimilate all that is directed towards it. Everything was to a crazy level of perfection.
At first, she had thought the house was made of glass due to how much it sparkled but once she stepped foot inside, she realized the glittering is from the marble tile.
She didn't quite have the time or the luxury to take it all in as she was le
