The Billionaire's Regret
Krystal Bahmzmy marriage makes me feel dead inside
“Does it have towers? Is it pink? Is there a bridge? A place for horses? A room for CEO Barbie?”
“Not all of that,” Adrian said patiently. “But it has towers, big doors, lights that turn on, and I think we can add the rest if Princess Chaos has an architectural vision.”
Poppy had already shoved the phone so close she was nearly flattening it against her own nose, way too eager to see the pictures Adrian was showing her of the castle. Plastic. Huge. Ridiculous. Pale cream walls, tiny windows, one arched gate, and turrets that, God help me, really were pretty enough to make a four-year-old believe life was fair.