OLIVIA
My home was nothing compared to Adrian's. If I wasn't there, I would have argued that the home belongs to the prince of England.
“It's mine.
How about you come down and have a tour? Seating back inside the car isn't going to provide the answers you seek. You know that right?” Adrian winked at me.
Before I could speak further, he leaned forward and opened the door himself for me to step outside.
He brought me into his Castle and opened the door for me to step out. The only thing missing is a red carpet that should be rolled out to complete my royal welcoming.
I forgot what it felt like to be sad. Whenever I'm around Adrian, Cyril ceases to exist. I don't know how Adrian usually wipes Cyril's memory away from my head, but I'm glad he did. I might just be tempted to plead wit
