Don't know where to put it?
Julie
We pull up to Luke’s place a few minutes later, and I almost forget to breathe.
This isn’t just a house. It’s a mansion—a literal mansion, all sharp angles, stone walls, and towering windows. The driveway winds through a huge garden, the kind of lush, manicured greenery that feels like something out of a dream.
Luke glances over, catching me staring, and smirks. He hops out of the car, strolling around to my side.
“Do you live here alone?” I ask, half whispering.
“Why?” He looks amused. “Does it seem lonely?”
“Lonely? No, just… massive.”