**Olivia POV

I opened the door to our room, Ken clinging to my leg with little fists scrunched into the fabric of my jeans. I was certainly underdressed for dinner, but it felt like I was still underdressed for this room. The view was gorgeous, looking over the farmland that sat adjacent to the mansion.

I knew the Peterson’s had money, but this took things to the extreme. I could see for miles before I finally found Ken and my bags tossed recklessly under the bed. I unpacked ...