Elle's POV
When Ethan and I walked into the lounge, I had to pause for a second. My breath caught in my throat.
It looked just like I remembered… but also different.
The soft yellow lights from the gold chandeliers still glowed gently from above, and the polished floors were so clean I could almost see my reflection in them. The furniture was the same style—fancy, with velvet cushions and dark wooden legs—but the decorations had changed.
There were new paintings on the walls—big ones with gold frames and dramatic images. There were different flowers in the vases too. Everything felt colder now. Less like a home and more like a place to show off.
It didn’t take much to figure out who was behind it.
Fiona.
Everything in the room screamed her. The colors, the style, the details that m
