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STELLA’s POV
I never thought Tyler could be this rich. I was amazed with the view of his three-storey house painted with gold and white. But then my eyes widened when we finally entered inside. The interior and the furnishings looked so elegant, luxurious and extremely expensive.
I felt so small as I roamed my eyes around his mansion telling me how poor I was. My feet felt numb as I stood in the living room, my feet refused to move.
He told me to be quiet and interlaced his fingers with mine as we made our way upstairs, probably to his room.
There were paintings hanging on the wall and some were photos of him as a child making sandcastles with another girl, her light brown hair differing from Tyler’s dark brown, was tied into pigtails and she wore a bright yellow and pink swimsuit.