AT THE SAME EVENING
ISABELLA'S POINT OF VIEW:
The mansion was something straight out of a dream tall, sprawling, and dripping with old world charm. Dark stone walls, ivy curling up the sides, and stained glass windows that cast kaleidoscope patterns across the polished wooden floors. The place had been abandoned for years, and Soren's family had bought it up, claiming it was a fixer-upper. To me, it looked like the set of a gothic fairytale. I leaned back against Michael's chest as we stood in the main hall, his arms wrapped snugly around me.
"This is…crazy." I murmured, taking it all in.
He chuckled, his breath warm against my ear.
"Yeah. But it's ours. All of us."Michael said.
