~CELINE'S POV~
The sound of familiar laughter drifting through the mansion's halls made me pause in the middle of folding Caesar's laundry. That voice... it couldn't be.
I set down the tiny dinosaur t-shirt I'd been smoothing and hurried toward the main foyer, my bare feet silent on the marble floors. The closer I got, the more certain I became.
Blake.
Sure enough, there she was, standing in the middle of Hunter's pristine entryway like she owned the place.
Her auburn hair caught the morning sunlight streaming through the massive windows, and she was turning in a slow circle, taking in every detail of the opulent space.
"Well, well, well," Blake said, her voice carrying that mischievous tone I knew so well. "So this is how the other half lives. I have to say, it's even more ridiculo
