TALIA'S POV
Making a massive palace feel like home is such a futile job. It actually feels like I am entering a battlefield every time we are walking towards the front door.
I was used to living in a small house with just my mother and siblings. Everything including food was simple. Luxury wasn't even part of our dreams because we were happy just the way we were.
Now this mansion full of servants is where I come home at the end of the day. Evan and his father insists that I feel at home, but bed and food doesn't make a place home, not when I am being stared at by everyone and everything is so damn different from what I have had my whole life.
Evan seems to understand because he is always pulling me closer. I am still getting intense stares though, like they didn't see me enough yeste
