Elle Donovan’s penthouse is ridiculously huge. It’s taking the most of my will not to gawk at the interior of her gorgeously enormous living space. She’s located second to the top floor of the building, right below her dad’s own penthouse. Rich people things.
She guides me to her room, which I expected to be as grand as her living room, but I’m wrong. Popstar bedroom right before my eyes is way more majestic than the photos they gave me.
“I like the last one you sent.” Elle sits down on the bench at the foot of her tufted beige king-sized bed. From here I can only imagine sinking on the soft mattress.
I swipe through my iPad for the digital sketches I made, looking for the last one I showed them. A picture of her room drawn with loose colors and similar details with Angel Garcia’s.
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