Olivia's POV
I unlocked the front door and stepped into the foyer, immediately hit by the beauty of the mansion all over again. Everything was so pristine and expensive-looking that I was afraid to breathe too hard. The floors gleamed like mirrors, and crystal chandeliers hung from impossibly high ceilings like frozen fireworks.
Don't touch anything, Olivia. Don't even look at anything too hard. It probably costs more than your entire existence.
A maid approached me immediately, dressed in a smart black and white uniform.
"Mr. Hopton, we've been expecting you," she said with a warm smile. "Please, follow me. I'll show you to the master's study."
I followed diligently, trying to keep my jaw from dropping as we walked through the house. Last time I'd only made it to the dinning room, but right now?
