The drive to Lucas’s house didn’t take long. Rose sat quietly beside Gwen, her fingers twisting nervously in her lap as the car rolled through the wealthy neighborhood. Gwen hummed softly to a tune only she could hear, completely relaxed, while Rose’s stomach churned with unease.
When they finally arrived, Rose’s mouth fell open in awe. The penthouse stood tall and sleek, painted in shades of black and gray that gave it an elegant yet intimidating look.
“Oh, honey, don’t mind my son’s gloomy house,” Gwen said with a laugh as she stepped out of the car. “He refuses to let color into his life.”
Rose shook her head, still staring at the modern building. “No, Mrs. Creed… this place is absolutely beautiful,” she breathed, unable to hide her admiration.
Gwen chuckled and waved her off. “Alri
