CELINE’s POV

I had the sensation that I was balancing precariously on pins and needles while on our way to Anderson's estate, sitting inside the car with my hands held by Mrs. Anderson while chatting with me, brimming with enthusiasm. I had no choice but to reply to her with a forced smile.

Half an hour later, we finally reached Anderson’s villa. An old butler opened the door for us, welcoming us with a bright smile and ushered us to the enormous living room that was ...