CHAPTER TWELVE
We landed in the foyer. Cold marble floors, a winding staircase that went up three stories, and a million-dollar chandelier over our heads whose candle-like LEDs flickered over us, sending a dazzle of sequins across the foyer.
I couldn’t believe where we were. The place was a mansion. The air in the house was surprisingly cool. It reminded me of a museum, the kind of place you saw on the cover of a magazine. Everything, and I mean everything was perfect. The foyer was damn near half the size of my house. The only thing missing was a butler, but I wouldn’t have been surprised to see one.
The smell of hamburgers wafted into the foyer. CeCe’s instincts were right, as always. If they were eating dinner, they’d never see us coming.
If you want to know the truth, I felt like a
