Viona's POV
Last night, when Rafael carried me into this room, I didn't have the chance to notice the surroundings.
My eyes shut instantly the second my body went down into the plush king-size mattress.
Rafael wasn't beside me when I opened my swollen, heavy eyes. The note I found on his pillow said he would be waiting downstairs for breakfast at eight.
When I saw the clock on the bedside table showing half past seven, I jumped out of bed and searched for the bathroom.
But before I stepped inside, the balcony view caught me off guard.
I slid the glass door open. My jaw dropped into a slow grin when I saw the round jacuzzi connected directly to an infinity pool overlooking the backyard from the second floor.
From there, I realized the mansion bordered a stretch of wheat fields, not too vast but wide enough to maybe feed a neighborhood.
On the far right end stood a man-made lake surrounded by flower gardens.
I was convinced the land must also belong to the Kingstons.
