Mother's Concern

Ella's POV:

The tour through the penthouse was going well. Mom had been thoroughly impressed with every detail, from the polished marble countertops in the kitchen to the soft, inviting tones of the guest bedroom. She had a way of marveling at things that made me see them in a new light, as though she were experiencing them for the first time.

I closed the door behind me, trailing after my mother as she admired the details of the penthouse. Her fingers grazed the edge of a glass sculpture near the window, a soft smile tugging at her lips.

"It's beautiful here, Ella," she said, turning to me. "A little modern for my tastes, but I can see how much care he's put into this space."

I nodded, my gaze sweeping over the room. "Arec wanted it to feel like home. He's very particular about the little things."