Miranda’s POV:
“Wow,” I said dryly as I looked around the space made into a perfect mimicry of my apartment, down to the ceramic cat on the third shelf by the wall I had gotten from Ferdinand as a souvenir from his trip to Japan. “If I didn’t know any better I’d say I was back in my apartment.”
“Well that was the plan,” Kali said behind me. She walked up to me, a box labelled ‘fragile’ in her arms. She set it on the center table and then faced me. “Making this place as homely as possible.”
I scoffed through my nose and folded my arms. It will never be my apartment though. Daddy bought it for me, and I spent weeks carefully furnishing everything. It was my safe place, and what did Luca do? Ruined it by arranging for this caricature. I scowled at the glass wall that showed a view of the c
