[Damien's Penthouse – 10:04 PM]
The elevator doors whooshed open, and Elle stepped out like a squirrel discovering luxury for the first time.
"Woooowww…"
That one word came out in a breathy gasp, like her soul momentarily left her body and took a tour of the chandelier.
The moment her heels hit the marble floor, she froze.
"This... this isn't an apartment," she whispered dramatically. "This is a palace disguised as a tax write-off."
Damien walked in behind her, tossing his keys onto the console like this wasn't The Louvre with better lighting.
She took another shaky step. "Is this real wood? Are your walls textured? Do you have... golden lighting?!"
Damien blinked. "I mean, yeah, I guess the finish is—"
"Can I look around?" she asked, turning to him with stars in her eyes and jazz hands in full action. "I swear I won't break anything. Probably. Maybe."
He opened his mouth to say "Sure"—but only got out, "Oh, sur—"
Too late.
She was gone.
