*Ophelia*

Still jittery from the excitement of the private jet, we touch down in Asher’s town an hour after we popped the champagne. I was too nervous to drink more than just a few small sips. The bottle looks insanely expensive and probably is. But I don’t want to be inebriated when I meet everyone.

But nothing will prepare me when it comes to seeing Asher’s home. My mouth falls open, and I gawk at the mansion in front of my eyes. At least three stories tall, ...