The weekend came faster than Lana expected.
Too fast.
One moment she was telling Lena about the invitation, trying to sound calm and collected… and the next, she was standing in front of a grand estate, her reflection staring back at her from the polished window of Thomas’s car.
She smoothed her dress for the third time.
“You’re overthinking,” Thomas said gently beside her, noticing the movement.
“Am I?” she replied, attempting a light smile.
“Yes,” he said simply, reaching for her hand. “They’ll love you.”
Lana nodded.
But her stomach didn’t agree.
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The house was…
Impressive wasn’t even the right word.
It was imposing.
Elegant in a way that didn’t ask for admiration—it expected it. From the perfectly aligned hedges to the pristine stone pathway, everything spoke of wealth…
