Christian opened the door and stepped aside, letting Mia and Raven into the duplex.
The interior was soft, airy, and quietly elegant. It wasn’t shiny or cold like most luxury spaces—it felt warm, lived-in, but untouched. Cream walls embraced the room, matched with plush beige sofas arranged around a glass coffee table trimmed in gold. A tall bookshelf filled one wall, decked with novels and scented candles.
Throw pillows in muted florals and velvet lined the couches. Beneath their feet, a thick cream rug with delicate pastel patterns added charm without demanding attention. Subtle wall art of female silhouettes and quotes about strength gave the space an unmistakable feminine touch. A faint scent of lavender hung in the air, as if the house had been waiting for them.
Mia froze halfway
