BLAIR POV
I sat on the bed, my wardrobe gaping open. Nathan was curled up in his blanket, lost in a world of baby babble. The room was a chaotic explosion of clothes, bags, and shoes.
Racks of clothing stretched as far as the eye could see, and shelves groaned under the weight of designer bags and shoes. Every piece was undeniably my style but elevated to a whole new level. Even the pants had been magically hemmed to perfection overnight.
It was mind-boggling. Ronnell was clearly the mastermind behind this wardrobe transformation. He had an uncanny ability to anticipate every detail.
"Hey, darling. Can you believe all this stuff belong to me? Isn't it wrong for Mommy to accept so much?" Nathan kicked his feet and stared up at the chandelier, his brow furrowed in concentration. He was a
