Camille had seen expensive places before. Weddings, fake engagements, family gatherings hosted by people who liked showing off their wealth — she'd been exposed to all that polished glitter.
But nothing compared to Dante's private rooftop spa.
When the elevator doors opened, she genuinely forgot how to breathe.
The entire top floor was wrapped in glass walls overlooking the city. Warm light spilled in from the late morning sun, shimmering over a long infinity pool that looked like it poured straight into the skyline. Soft music hummed from hidden speakers. Tropical plants lined the walkways, and the air smelled faintly of vanilla and citrus.
It didn't look like a spa.
It looked like another world.
A soft-life world.
Camille turned slowly, awe widening her eyes. "This… this is for me?"
Dante's voice came from behind her. "All of it."
