Alina’s POV
“Oh my God, Alina—this house is magical!” Naomi exclaimed the moment she stepped inside, clutching one of the boxes with my things. Her wide eyes darted from the chandelier to the marble floor as her lips parted in disbelief. “How could you even afford a place like this?”
I opened my mouth to answer, but my gaze shifted to the movers. They were practically dumping the boxes wherever they pleased.
“Excuse me a sec,” I muttered, walking over. “No, that one goes in the guest room—and the paintings are for the hallway,” I said, watching until they finally got it right. Only when the last box was set down and the payment handed over did I breathe a little easier.
“So…” Naomi said, looking around like a kid in a candy store. “We have to organize this place.”
“You don’t have to w
