I stared around the store, my eyes lingering on all the new things that had come into existence while I was shut away. Everything looked brighter, livelier-almost foreign. Yes, Dylan had brought designers to the mansion to make me feel like I still had access to the world, but it was never the same. There's a certain life that comes with being among people, seeing the real world, not just what someone allows you to see.
No matter what, I had to find a way back home. I needed to know what had happened while I was locked away in that golden prison. Dylan always controlled what I saw, what I heard, what I wore. He crafted a perfect illusion around me, one I was finally seeing through.
My father never called. Not once. And Maurice, that useless coward-he didn't even try to reach me. We were
