Roman De Luca
The first night in the mansion, I realized rich people could make luxury feel colder than poverty ever did. Everything gleamed. Marble floors. Glass walls. Gold fixtures polished enough to see your reflection in. The place looked more like a museum than a home, every room too perfect to breathe in properly. Mum loved it instantly. Of course she did. She floated through the halls smiling at the staff, touching expensive furniture like she’d finally won the life she always wanted. A beautiful woman marrying an even richer man. The kind of story people envied. Me? I just felt out of place. Like something dragged in through the rain. I stayed quiet, carried my camera bag close to my chest, and kept my eyes down while men in suits moved through the mansion like ghosts. Security everywhere. Armed guards outside. Expensive silence hanging in every room. Nobody paid much attention to me anyway. I was just the daughter that came with the deal. Then I met him. He was leaning against the kitchen
About Roman De Luca
The first night in the mansion, I realized rich people could make luxury feel colder than poverty ever did. Everything gleamed. Marble floors. Glass walls. Gold fixtures polished enough to see your reflection in. The place looked more like a museum than a home, every room too perfect to breathe in properly. Mum loved it instantly. Of course she ...Read more