(Sabrina's POV)
Twenty thousand square feet. For one woman.
We pass through rooms I don't have names for. Libraries. Music rooms. A conservatory with glass walls and plants everywhere.
Everything is pristine and screams is expensive. I don't belong here.
"Where's the bathroom?" I ask.
"Down that hall. Second door on the right."
I leave Jake with Rosalie. Walk down the indicated hallway and find the bathroom. It's bigger than my bedroom. Marble everything. Gold fixtures. A chandelier over the toilet.
I use it. Wash my hands. Stare at myself in the mirror.
I look out of place even in the bathroom.
The emerald dress Sophia loaned me for the gala looked elegant there. Here it looks cheap. My makeup is fine. My hair is fine. Everything is fine.
And none of it is enough.
I take a brea
