Larissa's POV
The elevator chimed as we reached his penthouse. Carson stepped aside, allowing me to exit first while his hand hovered near my back without making contact.
"This way," he murmured, guiding me past the familiar living space where we had shared dinner.
We moved down a corridor I had never seen before, passing multiple closed doors until Carson halted at the very end. He placed his palm against a sophisticated panel mounted on the wall, and the door glided open without a sound.
"What the hell?" I gasped, stepping into what appeared to be an exclusive designer showroom.
The space was enormous, probably larger than my entire apartment. Clothing racks stretched along every wall, displaying dresses, tops, and skirts arranged by color and season. Jewelry sparkled behind glass displays, while accessories filled custom shelving. A professional three-way mirror stood in one corner, complete with a raised platform.
