Cara
Ophelia stares around at the entryway to the Khazan mansion like she can't believe what she's seeing.
"I know," I say before she has a chance to speak. "It's a lot."
She gapes at me. "A lot? It's more than a lot, it's like—this is some Marie Antoinette-level s**t. Like pure opulence. Seriously, I'm waiting for a bunch of French peasants to come storming over the gate any minute. Holy wow, are those actual fish?" She walks over to the fountain and laughs. "Those are actual fish. In the floor. Inside the house."
"The staff feeds them every day. They have names but I haven't learned them all yet." I point out a big goldfish lurking toward the bottom. "That's Sam."
"Fish in the floor. And they have names." She sighs and rubs her face like she's waking up from something. "I didn't bel
