NIA’S POV
My heels clicked against the marble driveway as Alexander helped me out of the car. The mansion loomed above me like something from a dream. I blinked, unsure if it was even real. Tall glass windows glowed with warm light, and a manicured garden lined the entrance like something out of a magazine.
"This way," Alexander said gently, his hand resting lightly at the small of my back…not possessive, just guiding.
I followed him up the steps, my legs stiff. Every part of me felt tight with fear and exhaustion. I didn’t know what this night meant. What he expected. What I was supposed to do.
The inside was even more breathtaking. High ceilings, polished floors, soft jazz playing somewhere in the background. The air smelled faintly of cedarwood and something expensive I couldn’t
