Ondina
Ondina found herself in front of his family's grand estate, the door looked like the gates of a palace. It was a stark contrast to her humble upbringing, and nothing signaled disaster more clearly than the perfectly manicured lawn and the tasteful decor that greeted them. Raphael held onto her hand, gently squeezing for reassurance.
"She's gonna love you." and with that, they entered.
He led her through a foyer and into what looked like a living room. Her stomach dropped at the sight of what she could only assume were priceless artifacts. They were magnificent. They decorated the walls, making the modern decor look as if it was pasted into an ancient Greek museum.
"My dad used to collect them. Mother just never got rid of them." ‘Rid of them? How could she? They're a part of
