Chapter 178

Layla’s POV

Beverly’s place was a beautiful space. The walls were sharp at the corners, the paint white and tender, the ceilings high and well-designed. On the upper floor, the walls were completely made of see-through glass, and I got what it was for. Fashion. Natural light spilled across the room, making everything look soft and expensive—like the pages of a high-end magazine.

On the first floor, there were a couple of white leather couches. A few other house décor items—artworks and flower pots—were placed carefully around the room. The place still needed some finishing touches, though; boxes were stacked atop one another, and several uncovered paintings leaned against the walls, waiting to be hung. More items were still being carried in from the moving truck parked outside. There was a subtle hum of activity—muffled voices, the occasional thud of boxes being placed down. The air smelled faintly of fresh paint and lavender.

“Isn’t this place bea