Emma’s POV:
“Sheesh.” I blew out a breath. “This place is fancy.”
The entryway was covered in black slabs of tile veined with bronze and gold— the kind that you see in those modern house catalogues— and the ceiling was impossibly high and never ending. I was almost certain that if I shouted something it would echo like the cave of wonders.
Stairs on either side of the entrance led up to different wings of the house. There was a golden chandelier over my head that had a thousand lights in it, and its crystals shone so brightly that it looked like broad daylight in here.
Everywhere I turned, all I could see was money, money, money. And art. Paintings, sculptures, expensive vases with pretty patterns.
I’d thought the frat house was extravagant. That was nothing compared to this.
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