MIGUEL'S MANSION
Miguel opened the door, stepping aside to let Lisa in. As she stepped into the living room, her eyes widened slightly as she took in the decor. It was elegant yet warm, a perfect blend of sophistication and comfort.
"This place is beautiful," she admitted, unable to hide her admiration.
Miguel gave a small smile. "Thanks. That’s mostly Elizabeth’s doing. She has an eye for this kind of thing," he said.
Lisa nodded, running a hand over the smooth wooden edge of a table. "I can tell. It feels… personal."
Miguel glanced around, as if seeing his home through fresh eyes. "I suppose it is." Then, with a slight tilt of his head, he gestured toward the hallway. "Come on, let’s talk in my office."
Lisa followed him through the hall, taking in the details as they walked—frame
