The Cole estate could feed a small country. Marble driveways. The mansion looked exactly like I expected, expensive, cold, and screaming for attention.
Typical rich-people setup
“Remember the story?” Raina whispered as we were about to entire the mansion
“You mean the part where you fell hopelessly in love with me?” I whispered back
“Try not to make me regret this.”
Inside, the house looked like a museum: portraits, glass, chandeliers that could crush a man if they fell.
Everyone gathered at the large dinner table that looked like it could accommodate over fifty people.
I pulled out the seat for Raina, part of me enjoying the act more than I should. The ice queen, who claimed that she wanted no man gasped or had a reaction every time I touched her
“Ken,” Raina’s mother said as w
