EVELYN
When I reached the grand entrance of Mike's family mansion, the world around me seemed to change direction. The air felt fresher, the sky stretched wider, and my heartbeat quickened as if I had stepped into an entirely different reality, one where luxury had its own atmosphere. The towering wrought-iron gates had already hinted at the kind of wealth I was about to witness, but standing before the massive oak doors, I realized I had underestimated it.
The mansion wasn't just a house, it was a kingdom. A paradise made from heaven sculpted from elegance and excess, standing proudly under the evening glow. The golden lights spilling from the arched windows gave it a warm and inviting aura, while the grand marble staircase leading up to the entrance made me feel as though I had arrived at an ancient palace.
In front of the house, a wide fountain like a piece of art came to life. Water cascaded from a sculpted centerpiece, an angel with outstretched wings, its face carved in perfect
