Desmond wasn't joking when he said we need no maids or butlers—aside from the cleaners. A five-star dish from him was waiting for me the moment I woke up.
I was confused about my whereabouts since the room felt different from the hotel's red and whites—the smell too. A whole lot of lavender filled my nostrils the moment I flared my nostrils to yawn. Thank goodness Manon was waiting for me to wake up. She's the one who helped me find my way downstairs to the open-design living space facing the city through the large windows high up in the penthouse.
I gasped the moment I saw it.
Beautiful. Desmond's house is a fucking master piece. He promised to take me around on tour, but for now, I'm already in awe of what I've seen. The dining room, kitchen, and living area are in a spacious elegant space, filled with gold, white, gray, and hints of brown. What took my attention the most was the upper level, a balcony above the living area featuring a glass railing and recessed lighting.
