When we reached her office, I was utterly amazed, stepping into a world of sheer extravagance that screamed Tina's prowess as an elite interior designer. Well, I really don't know how interior designers work.
The sprawling showroom dazzled with custom masterpieces—sunlit displays of supple Italian leather sofas, cascading crystal chandeliers refracting rainbows across gold-veined marble floors, and avant-garde installations of sculpted glass and rare woods—undeniable proof of her vast wealth and impeccable taste. Okay... this place is awesome! It's way beyond my expectations!
Her team of stylish workers paused their tasks, turning with warm, conspiratorial smiles. "Welcome, boss's official girlfriend!" a sharp-dressed assistant beamed, handing me a steaming latte. "She's been glowing since you two arrived—make yourself at home!"
A normal girl or boy—would have squealed with joy if she or he, heard her words. But I am not normal—my origin is not normal.
