VENUSThe next day, we drove toward the wealthier end of New York City—the kind of neighborhood that whispered old money and high gates. It was a private community, the kind where names mattered more than numbers, and silence was stitched into the lawns.When we finally pulled up to the house, I had to blink twice. It was massive. A sprawling driveway curled like a ribbon across the estate, leading to a fountain and a collection of luxury cars that looked like they’d never seen a red light."You grew up here?" I asked, wide-eyed.“Most of the time, yeah.”“It’s beautiful.”“My mom keeps it alive.”We reached the front doors—towering, regal, and carved with patterns that probably had a story behind them. Even from the outside, the house pulsed with elegance. I hadn't stepped inside, and yet it already felt like a museum wrapped in warmth.A maid answered the door, but she didn’t even get a full greeting out before—“Ronny!”A little girl came flying through the glass doors, arms flung
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