Gabriella's Pov
The house felt like a damn museum, big, cold but lifeless. I wandered through the long hallways with no real direction, just bare feet against polished floors and boredom clinging to me like perfume.
I had already counted the columns in the hallway twice. There were Twenty-eight in total. The exact number of minutes I’d been pacing.
I muttered to myself, “I’m going crazy.”
No one answered. Obviously.
I made my way to the front of the house, hoping, praying, for some reason to go out. Maybe a fire. An earthquake. A scandal. Anything.
Two guards stood at the entrance like they were a statue. One of them, the bald one in sunglasses, turned his head as I approached.
“I want to head out,” I said, already bracing for the worst.
To my surprise the bald guy grunted. “Can
