(Aurora's POV)
I hadn't understood, until now, what it actually meant to have that kind of money.
Yesterday morning I was standing in Alpine snow. Yesterday afternoon I was on a private island. Today I was in a castle.
An actual castle. In the middle of Europe, surrounded by hills covered in autumn maples - red and gold so saturated they looked painted. The estate belonged to one of Phineas's vineyard properties, apparently. He'd mentioned it the way someone might mention owning a spare umbrella.
We shot spring on the island - white sand, pale light, a gauzy dress that caught the breeze. We shot summer there too, in the late afternoon heat. Then we flew here for autumn and winter, the castle's stone walls and frosted grounds standing in for the cold season.
Two days. Four seasons. Thr
