CELESTINE's P O V

I stepped out of the taxi while continuing to call Arnold for the ninth time already, and this time he answered his phone, which made me let out a breath of relief; yet, I still couldn't help but feel angry at him.

‘‘Why aren't you picking up my calls?’’ I let out a snarl the second I heard him breathe over the phone. When I looked up at the tall and magnificent structure in front of me, I couldn't help but admire how beautiful it was, as if it were the king standing proud in the city.

One day, I hope to be the proud owner...