Chapter-8

Money had it’s own beauty. Sometimes scary but sometimes ethereal and in front of her was replica of what she would call a modernised heaven. Grace was born in an influential family of States, everything was served to her on silver platter, be it designer clothes or bags, shoes or jewellery, gold or diamond. But thats what it all was, superficial beauty. She was devoid of freedom, always caged within mansion’s walls, tortured mentally.

She had never seen such decor. The way the corners were all glass, infused with long aquariums with colourful fishes swimming and playing, other side was Eve’s garden. Tall, plants floating by the ceiling, as the wall was covered with green grass look like material. Instead of wood, the reception desk was also glass made. Lingering lights glimmering above the lively plants. The scene reminded her that money was a necessity.

Orion stopped, and Grace followed him. Her nervous eyes averting to her surroundings, admiring and liking the view. Her fingers ti