Callie’s POV
The inside of the house exceeded all my expectations in terms of luxury and opulence. As my gaze swept across the foyer, I realized it was even larger than the place where I lived. And as we passed through the living room, I caught sight of several photographs of the twins with who must have been their parents—a loving, happy couple, embracing their sons. Not just proud of them, but clearly seeing them as their greatest treasure.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, while my eyes were still fixed on the Spencer family photos, an older woman approached me with the same warmth my grandmother might have had—if I had ever known her.
“Would you like something to drink, dear?”
I looked at her with a smile, trying to match her kindness.
“Water is fine,” I said.
“Are you sure? I can offer
