Chapter 147
Chapter 147
OLIMA’S POV
We finally arrived at my dad’s estate, and even before the cars came to a complete step, my jaw had already dropped the plac
massive doesn’t even begin to describe it. It was like something out of a dream. A palace. The house stood tall and proud, adorned with windows, polished marble columns, and a grand fountain in the middle of the circular driveway Everything gleamed like it had been plucked pads fusury magazine.
“Wow…” I whispered under my breath, my eyes scanning the perfectly trimmed hedges and the cascading water of the fountain
Julian leaned in from beside me and whispered with a smirk, “You’ll get used to it.” He must’ve seen the expression on my fate or the way my moth hed been hanging open for the past two minutes.
The convoy finally rolled to a gentle halt, and one by one, the doors opened. I stepped out slowly, still in awe. Several maids, dressed in matching uniforms and lined up with perfect posture, were already waiting at the grand entrance.
It’s not like i had never seen a maid before but this was just different. A few of them rushed forward to help my mom, who was gently being supported by ane of the bodyguards.
As I stood there marveling at everything, my dad came around from his car and walked over to me, his steps purposeful, but his expression wants
“Welcome to your new home, Olivia,” he said with a proud smile, placing a hand on my back. “I’m going to make it as comfortable for you as possible
“Thank you,” I whispered, still unable to believe this was real.
He gestured toward the wide grand staircase that led to two massive oak doors, and I followed him slowly, still looking around. It was all too much. couldn’t help but feel out of Place. The stonework alone looked like something from an ancient European castle. Everything screamed wealth and here! was thinking I had seen wealth.
We walked into the house, and my breath caught again.
The interior was breathtaking.
Golden chandeliers sparkled above, hanging from ceilings that seemed to touch the sky. The floors were spotless and so polished I could see my reflection in them. Every wall was decorated with beautiful art, and the entire space smelled faintly of lavender
Then, I instinctively started removing my shoes at the entrance.
“What are you doing?” my dad asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I don’t want to get your floors dirty,” I replied sheepishly, crouching down to untie my sneakers.
He laughed a deep, full laugh that seemed to echo through the grand hallway. “It hasn’t even been two hours, and you’re already making me laugh,” he said, clearly amused. “I honestly can’t remember the last time I laughed like that.”
I straightened up, cheeks flushed. “Sorry, I just didn’t want to disrespect anything. Everything’s just… so perfect.”
He waved a hand dismissively. “No need to worry about that. If anything gets dirty, the maids will handle it. That’s what we pay them for.” Then he leaned in slightly. “But it’s sweet that you thought of it.”
Julian, who had been quiet while admiring the hallway paintings, finally spoke up. “Huh. Not a single thing’s changed since I left. Still has hirsonal hospital wing,” he said with a grin.
our dad chuckled. Some things are too good to change.
Then his tone shifted to something more serious but still gentle, “Now, here’s what we’re going to do you two are going to hostin clearly, you need it. Then, when you’re ready, come back down for some food. After that…” He paused, his gaze moving betazom poštar and talk. And you tell me what happened to your mother and everything. Every single thing that’s been going on”
I gave Julian a look, he sounded so intimidating and I don’t think it was a good idea to say we weren’t going to explain to Him.
Once the door opened I stood there for a while staring at my room, It literally looked like the root was the same size as Julian’s living room from the in way the furniture was arranged to the color of the room to the amazing scent of the room everything about it seemed perfect. Let’s also not forget abo the size, it was so big I found it hard to believe that it was mine.
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