( Alina’s POV )
I knew it the moment we pulled up.
This place was too much.
Too rich. Too perfect. Too not-me.
The mansion wasn’t even trying to be subtle about it. Cream-colored walls stretched up toward the sky, modern glass panels that reflected stars, and a soft, blue glow radiating from the inside like something out of a dream—or a nightmare. It smelled like wealth. That quiet, smug kind of luxury that didn’t need to announce itself.
I shifted in my seat, tugging at my crop top. My skin felt like it didn’t belong in this outfit anymore. The dark green fabric hugged my chest just enough to show off the right amount of skin, and the shorts… well, they weren’t shy either. Paired with the black heels that made my legs look longer than they were, I looked like the kind of girl who did
