Dove
It was almost 1pm and I was starving.
Not for food. For a place that didn't feel like it belonged to Danilo.
The Escalade dropped us at the second building. Then the third. We were doing this across the city like Caroline had a personal vendetta against my sanity.
When the elevator doors opened for penthouse number one, I was excited and almost instantly I immediately regretted everything.
High ceilings. White molding. A grand piano in the corner that looked like it had never been touched, and right in the middle of the room, a staircase that was basically floating. Black steps, glass railing, and zero visible support.
It was pretty. It was also a safety hazard.
Molly whispered it first. "That is 100% OSHA non-compliant."
I snorted. "If I fall through that I'm suing the architect and Danilo."
