Perched in the study that could easily be mistaken for a public library—except a hundred folds fancier—Sara held her breath tightly. She didn't even want to breathe too much in such extravagant air. What if they charged her for it? She had no money to spare.
Her eyes widened, nearly spilling out of their sockets, and her hands were tightly clenched together."What is this place?" she wondered, her heart skipping. Do people really live like this?
Slowly, the door opened, and Jay stepped in, holding a file in his hand. He was smiling softly—he'd seen the way she looked around, completely dumbfounded.
"Does Miss Sara like the interior?" he asked casually.
Sara snapped her head toward him, her cheek lifting slightly with a half-smile as she nodded."It's gorgeous. I mean… I haven't seen anyt
