Laura's POV The aroma of fresh coffee filled the air as I set the pot on the kitchen counter. Mary would be down any moment, lured by the caffeine like a moth to a flame. I smiled to myself, leaning against the marble countertop of my new kitchen. This penthouse was still hard to believe. I’d been living in survival mode for so long, and now, here I was, standing in a luxurious kitchen that looked like it belonged in a design magazine. I took a moment of my time to think about the meeting with Antonio. I just can't come to terms with the fact that I had finally moved into the mansion. I stood there near the kitchen island, looking at the four walls of the kitchen, wondering how I got to that point. My mind wandered to many places, not excluding the thoughts of my grandma. Antonio might