Meliza's POV
"There must be some kind of mistake, Ms. Vicky," I said, glancing around the luxurious condominium unit. The sheer elegance of it—the sleek furniture, the polished floors, the floor-to-ceiling windows that framed a breathtaking city view—felt entirely out of place in my reality.
Ms. Vicky, the middle-aged woman Elijah had assigned to assist me, shook her head with a small, knowing smile. "No mistake, Ms. Lizondra. This is your new home. It's all been arranged."
I frowned, my brows knitting together in confusion. "But he only said I wouldn't have to worry about where to stay. I thought he meant, I don't know, some temporary place, a rental, or a modest apartment. This is high-end, and I..." My words trailed off as I struggled to make sense of it.
Ms. Vicky, however, remained unfazed. "Ms. Lizondra," she interrupted gently, her tone firm yet reassuring. "This condominium unit is yours. It has been fully paid for, and it is under your name."