Madeline's POV "Yes," the girl at the door replied, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "Kensington, like the wines. And you must be Madeline Sullivan. Sullivan, like the parks." I laughed despite the tension twisting my stomach. It was impossible not to smile as her energy was contagious, like a force of nature. "Come in, come in…" she said animatedly, opening the door wide. "My name's Gwen." "I didn't want to be a bother, but—" "A bother?" Gwen cut me off, closing the door behind me with a soft click and guiding me into the luxurious apartment. "You're not bothering anyone! We're practically sisters!" I stopped in the middle of the living room, confused by that unexpected declaration from a complete stranger. The apartment was even more impressive inside than I'd imagined—soaring ceilings, massive windows with a panoramic view of Belmonte, furniture that clearly cost a fortune. There was something almost unreal about the place, like I'd stepped into a parallel world
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