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. "Y
