Ellen’s POV

I stood in front of a sprawling luxury condominium, my jaw practically on the floor at the sheer opulence of the place. “This is where you live?” I asked, still in disbelief, my eyes scanning the towering buildings and manicured grounds.

“Yeah, but our house is over there,” Mia said, pointing from the passenger seat of my beat-up car. I glanced at the rusty vehicle, suddenly self-conscious. There was no way security would let this junker through the gates of a place like ...