"Welcome to my home," he tells me.

We take a right, and I find myself in his living room. I look around. It's incredible.

I'm accustomed to luxury, growing up as Michelle and Lewis Stone's daughter, but there is something else.

As amazing as it is, it's too much.

Surely, he doesn't live here alone?

It's huge and luxurious and expensive, and although it's nice, I don't like the extravagance. But that makes me a hypocrite, so I don't say anything. It's not ...