Chapter 8
My car door opened, and a young woman in her twenties stepped forward.
“Welcome home,” she greeted respectfully, bowing her head slightly.
“Home?” I murmured, almost to myself.
Is this really happening?
A faint smile formed on my lips as I met her gaze again. “Thank you.”
“I’m Trisha, your personal assistant. Nice to meet you, please come in,” the woman said.
“Same here,” I responded, nodding and following her inside.
The interior of the building was nothing short of breathtaking; an exquisite blend of modern sophistication and timeless luxury.
Crystal chandeliers cascaded from the high ceilings like frozen waterfalls, scattering soft light across polished marble floors that reflected every step like glass.
The air itself carried a subtle fragrance of elegance, somethi
