Ella’s POV
The gallery was a masterpiece in itself, with marble floors and towering glass walls. Warm golden lights shone over the well-crafted artworks. It was truly a sight to behold. Everything was perfect.
Guests moved with so much elegance, some partly discussing the bidding later on and who would go home with the most priceless piece of art here. These folks were so wealthy—I felt out of place.
Jordan had asked me to accompany him, and I couldn’t turn him down—not after seeing his perfect smile. He had told me to stop calling him master, and I honestly didn’t know how I’d stop.
He may change toward me, and I’d have to go back to my job. At least then I’d be able to handle my heart properly. But what if I dive deeper and he doesn’t want me?
We stood now, looking at The Eternal Wh
