Selina’s POV
The house was unrecognizable.
We pulled into the driveway Sunday evening, exhausted and covered in a thin layer of camp dirt, and I barely recognized the place I’d left three days ago.
The entire estate had been transformed into something out of a fairy tale.
White silk drapes hung from every window, billowing gently in the evening breeze.
String lights were woven through the trees, creating a canopy of stars that would look magical once the sun set.
The gardens had been manicured to perfection, every flower in full bloom, every hedge trimmed into geometric precision.
Even the front steps had been repainted.
“Holy s**t,” Alex breathed from beside me.
“Alpha Rowan appeared on the front steps, looking exhausted but pleased. “Welcome home. Good timing…the decorators j
