Melody Thorne toyed with the order in her palm. Weston Hawthorne had clearly calculated everything before he died, ensuring she would accept it all.
"I'll think about it."
Thorne Family Studio.
Everyone had already gone home. For the past two days, Han Shan hadn't come to bother her, and even Elias Hale hasn't shown up since that day!
Selina Sloan finished the last painting she was working on, which was an order from a client and needed to be delivered by seven in the evening.
She drove to the location and rang the doorbell.
"Miss, please walk right in; the door isn't locked!" a cute, round little robot outside indicated.
Selina thought the person inside might be a fan of mechanical objects. She pushed the door open, and what caught her eye was the thick layer of rose petals covering the floor, leading all the way to the Elysian-style staircase...
Luxurious and visually stunning.
