Chapter 367

Cecilia 's pov The rain still hadn’t let up. If anything, it hit harder now that we were out from under the pines. They’d acted like a roof, and the second we left their cover, it felt like the storm doubled down. What should’ve been a forty-minute ride turned into a miserable, hour-and-a-half crawl. Then we saw it. Gold. Actual gold. Tall golden gates creaked open like they’d been waiting for us. Past them sat a massive estate, wrapped in mist and wildflowers like it had been plucked out of a wedding planner’s Pinterest board. It was painted navy and ivory. Picture-perfect. The kind of place you’d see in a luxury home magazine. Beautiful, sure. But fake. Staged. Like someone built it to impress, not to live in. My jaw clicked. I stared out the window. "You own that ? Here ? In Colorado Springs ?" Sebastian didn’t even blink. He turned toward me, calm and smug like he’d been waiting for the question. "Welcome to my grandmother’s house." What. I sat up straighter. My whole spine locked.