FIA
The car rolled to a stop, and I turned my head toward the window. The Knight Estate stretched out before us like something pulled from a dream someone had too much money to abandon. Towers rose at careful intervals, their stone faces catching the afternoon light. Gardens sprawled in neat, deliberate patterns, every hedge trimmed to perfection, every fountain positioned just so. The driveway curved through it all, smooth and wide, lined with sculptures that probably cost more than most homes.
It was grand. I couldn't deny that. Maybe even grander than Cian's home, though his felt lived in, earned. This felt different. Like someone had built it to be admired from a distance, to make visitors stop and stare and feel small. It felt big for the sake of being big. Empty despite all the beauty.
