Tabitha
Gabriel sits on the bed with me between his knees, my back to his front. He holds a tablet in front of me, ready to video conference my mom.
We’re in a stunning penthouse in Paris–another property owned by Gabriel. I’ve been in a lot of luxurious surroundings, thanks to my mother’s obsession with men who have money, but this has amenities I never even knew existed. Unlike the castle in Romania, the decor here is all ultra-modern. It features cool colors, sleek lines, and high-tech conveniences.
The bathtub is made of white quartz streaked with purples and black, and the floor is heated, so when you get out, you never touch cold tile. The towels also are warmed on a towel rack.
The bed appears to float over the floor although it’s an architectural illusion. The wall-to-wall wind
