Mum had changed everything.
The apartment looked nothing like the one we’d grown up in.
Black, gold, and white washed through every room like a personal signature—my signature. My favourite colours, woven into the walls, the bedding, the curtains, the artwork. Even the smallest touches, like the gold-tipped handles on the drawers or the black marble detail in the bathroom sink, screamed me. It was stunning, elegant, modern—and warm in a way I hadn’t expected.
The sofas were wide and deep and familiar—clearly modeled after the ones at the lake house I’d always curled up in. I instantly imagined Caden and I tangled up on them, a dozen pups in future years climbing all over us.
And the bed?
Massive.
Definitely not just king-sized—it looked like it could hold a pack of wolves and then so
