Scared

ARYA’S POV I was standing in the marble-floored foyer, holding Dante against my chest, and tried to process what I was seeing. There was a sweeping staircase and crystal chandeliers and windows that stretched from floor to ceiling, letting in streams of golden afternoon light. "This is where you live?" I asked Marco, my voice echoing slightly in the vast space. "This is where we live now," he corrected gently, taking my hospital bag from my shoulder. "Come on. Let me show you around." I followed him through room after room, each more beautiful than the last. A gourmet kitchen with marble countertops and a library with built-in shelves that reached the ceiling. "I've been building this place for the past year," Marco explained as we walked. "Quietly. I didn't want anyone to know until it was finished." I blinked and shook my head. "But why? This is so much space for one person." "I always wanted to start my own family." He paused at the bottom of the staircase. "I just didn't know who