Dove pov
The house immediately swaddles us in its wealth and luxury the moment we step inside.
The place is smothered by nature. Plants rear up from hand moulded pots, crawling up to the ceiling, wrapping and knotting around pillars and even up the bifurcated stairs.
It seems as though the owner of this home doesn't mind if the lively tendrils crack through expensive panelling, marble flooring or towering statutes.
I readjust my jaw, clamping my mouth shut from where it's fallen open.A woman sweeps out from under the stairs, her smile blooming, her arms held out as she welcomes us warmly.
"Hello sweetheart, it's wonderful to see you," the woman states, drawing Eden in, pressing a kiss to her cheek before she turns her attention to me. "You must be the lovely Dovely."
I grimace at the
