LISA'S POV:
The house manager picked up my suitcase before gesturing toward the center of the living room.
"Mr. Manson will be with you shortly, Mrs. Manson," she said.
I nodded politely and thanked her.
The moment she walked away, I allowed myself to take in my surroundings properly.
The living room was even more beautiful than I remembered.
The last time I had visited, I had been too nervous to notice much of anything. My attention had been fixed on Charles and his father. Today, I finally had the chance to look around.
Everything looked carefully arranged, as though every piece of furniture had been chosen for a reason. The soft cream-colored sofas matched the walls perfectly, and fresh flowers rested on a glass table in the middle of the room.
Sunlight poured in through the ta
