Lilas Light.
As I take my seat in his bedroom that is an expansive, private realm of tranquility, vast in its proportions. Towering ceilings stretched overhead, adorned with intricate chandeliers that cast a soft, ambient glow over the room. The bed, a lavish centerpiece, seemed almost engulfed by the sheer size of the chamber.
I take out a few notes, looking at the immense bedroom, with its sheer scale and opulent design, embraced a feeling of decadence. Owen isn’t present in the room at the moment, and I have the time to take a look at every detail. If I weren’t living in the Salvatore’s mansion, this would be the most beautiful thing that I would have ever seen.
The life of the one percent is nothing compared to the imagination I could ever have and I get to see it everyday. The but
