Fifty Four

May’s POV

As we stepped through the big front door of Gary's villa, I couldn't help but gasp in amazement. Holy shit, this place as swell.

The grand entrance hall was even more stunning than I had imagined it would ever be. The high ceiling was decorated with a beautifully designed chandelier that cast a warm, golden glow over the marble floors.

The walls were lined with beautiful artwork, and plush furniture filled the space, creating an air of luxury and opulence that took my breath away.

This looked like I might have entered a queen's quarters in some century when that was in vogue. I said a queen quarters because one could clearly see all the touch of a woman around.

As if Gary could hear my thoughts, he said. “This house belonged to my mother. Her husband willed it to her after he died, and then she passed it to me after that.”

Her husband! I supposed her husband wasn’t his father, and as I started to wonder what the story there was, I told myself it wasn’t any of my business. In