Catherine's POV
I took a deep breath as I stepped off the car, the familiar scent of New York making my heart settle.
Stretched before me was this magnificent building painted in white and a few workers standing with flowers in their arms.
I blinked, strutting my hair to my neck as I walked forward towards the entrance. There, standing with a warm smile, was a woman between the age of fifty, her arms opened invitingly, and I ran into it in a warm embrace.
"Nice to finally have you here, daughter," she whispered into my ears, and I let out a brief smile.
We broke off the embrace and walked into the living room. My eyes dropped open, my mouth slightly agape, at the splendid interior view.
Scattered around were beautiful decors designed with sparkling gold and diamond pendants. Pure luxury. The Peters were undoubtedly rich, but the sight before me only suggested that this Moore family was way too richer.
