Lydia’s P.O.V
“If I knew your mansion was this big, I’d have crashed here instead.” I told Lyric, eying the magnificent three storied house splayed out in front of me.
The party had been organized at the backyard where there was a huge pool, a basketball court and a grand garden. I haven’t seen it yet since we just arrived at the Donovan mansion, but Lyric had given me a verbal layout of what to expect. I had already made a map in my head about what the house would look like, but now, looking at the size of his house, I had to rethink the entire layout.
“It’s a mansion alright…” Lyric sighed while scratching his nape. “Huge and cold and pretty much always empty.”
I didn’t like the forlorn look in his eyes. “Don’t your parents stay here?”
“Nah.” Lyric shook his head. “Dad’s an hotelier
