Chapter 245: Which One Are You?

Savannah There really wasn’t a proper word for the bedroom. I searched for one as I stood just inside the doorway, my hand still resting on the door handle, my body frozen like I might be intruding on something sacred—or cursed. Grand didn’t quite cover it. Luxurious felt cheap in comparison. Extravagant didn’t capture the weight of it. Majestic came closest. The room looked like something lifted straight out of a historical painting, the kind framed in gold and guarded by velvet ropes in museums. Deep crimson drapes cascaded from the ceiling, pooling against polished marble floors. Gold detailing traced every surface—along the furniture, the walls, the molding, even the edges of the mirrors. Nothing sparkled obnoxiously, yet everything gleamed with a kind of quiet arrogance, like it knew it was priceless and just didn’t need any validation. And the bed. God. It was massive. Oversized to the point of intimidation. A canopy bed—an actual fucking canopy bed—in this century. Thick red fab