R O S A L I E
After he paid the bill, we left the restaurant. His car was already waiting for us at the curb.
The drive to his place was silent. I was nervous, and I could tell he was too. Or maybe he was just eager to get me alone again.
When we finally arrived, I was speechless.
He wasn't kidding when he said he lived in a palace. It was massive, even bigger than I had imagined. It was a beautiful modern mansion that seemed to stretch for miles.
The driver pulled up to a grand entrance, and Axel helped me out of the car.
"Welcome to my home, Rosalie," he said, a proud look on his face. "Our home."
Our home. The words sent a shiver down my spine.
He led me inside, and my jaw dropped even more. The interior was just as impressive as the exterior. It was a perfect blend of modern an
