Casey’s POV.
I was about to answer when the driver announced we had arrived. I look up at the building in front of me and I’m taken aback. I blink to make sure I’m not seeing things.
“Are you sure this is the place?” I ask in shock, expecting a dingy, dirty, abandoned warehouse. Not a goddamn mansion.
“Da, welcome to the Russian Doll.” Well, f*****g hell.
The car door is opened by the driver and I step out and look up. It is like the mansion from the Fresh Prince. All white with its columns and grandeur.
“Do you like it?” Ivan asks from beside me and I look from the venue to him and gulp, nodding my head. He smiles at me and kisses my forehead.
“I remember how you loved the show when growing up and I decided I would design a replica of it.” He says, and I blink and laugh.
“Wait, you
