So they expanded it further, turning the adjoining space into a dedicated wardrobe, large enough to resemble a private boutique of its own. That way, no matter how much Ashley owned, her living space would remain open, comfortable, and untouched by excess things.

It was their way of making up for all these years.

Or at least, trying to.

Without further delay, as soon as they arrived, Aunt Lavinia guided Ashley toward the elevator tucked discreetly behind the sweeping dual-curved marble staircase.

From there, she brought her straight to the prepared suite on the third floor, where household staff moved efficiently, carrying boxes, arranging items, and settling each detail into place.

The moment the heavy mahogany double doors swung open, which was richly carved with intricate patterns, Ashley fell silent.

The space beyond was... vast.

Though the palette remained restrained with white, cream, and gold, the room carried an unmistakable sense of elegance, almost regal in its quiet grandeur.

It didn’t feel like a bedroom so much as a chamber fit for royalty. The scale alone was overwhelming; it was clear at a glance that this wasn’t a single room, but two seamlessly merged into one expansive space, and this was only the sleeping area.

At its right wall stood the bed with gauze like canopy, draped in white silk, embroidered delicately with gold-threaded lilies. It was enormous, wide enough that she could roll across it without ever nearing the edge. Every detail around her spoke of refinement and cost, from the polished surfaces to the carefully chosen ornaments that adorned the room.

And that was what unsettled her.

The beauty of it all felt... fragile.

Her gaze lingered on a white porcelain vase resting near the sliding door to the balcony, its craftsmanship so exquisite it almost seemed untouchable. Just looking at it made her uneasy, as if stepping too close might risk breaking it, and with it, something far more costly than she could even imagine.

For a moment, she didn’t dare move.

The white curtains stirred gently, lifted by a soft breeze drifting in from outside. It carried with it the faint, grounding scent of pine and earth, filling the room with a freshness that felt almost unreal.

Beyond the glass doors lay a wide balcony, furnished with a table and chairs, an inviting space where she could sit, read, or simply take in the view, perhaps even bask in the sun if she wished.

Inside, the white marble floors shimmered faintly with veins of gold, polished to a flawless sheen. Near the bed and seating area, large cream-colored rugs softened the space, their plush texture looking impossibly comfortable, yet unmistakably expensive.

At the foot of the bed sat an elegant bench, while above, concealed within the ceiling, a television could be lowered with a touch of a button. Aunt Lavinia demonstrated it with quiet efficiency, guiding Ashley’s wheelchair along as she introduced each feature of the room.

Behind where the screen descended hung a grand painting, one Ashley recognized instantly. She had seen it once at an auction, a piece that had sold for an astonishing three hundred fifty million dollars. The buyer had remained anonymous at the time... but now, standing here, she understood exactly where it had gone.

Further ahead, a refined sitting area faced the balcony. The sofa, upholstered in soft white, was adorned with cream and gold cushions, arranged with effortless elegance. On the coffee table rested a porcelain tea set, pristine and untouched, alongside a reed diffuser and a small vase holding a magnolia bloom paired with delicate faux grasses.

Even the curtains responded to a remote, moving at a command, completing the seamless blend of comfort and luxury that defined the space.

Everything was immaculate. Thoughtfully placed. Almost too perfect to touch.

From the main space, a set of doors opened into an equally expansive bathroom, where a floor-to-ceiling window stretched across one wall, its curtains controlled remotely for privacy.

To one side sat a large soaking tub, wide enough to accommodate two, positioned to take in the view when the curtains were drawn. On the left, a double sink extended across a marble counter, already stocked with neatly arranged toiletries, while a broad mirror above it cast a soft, flattering light over anyone standing before it.

Beyond that, a separate toilet cubicle kept the layout discreet and organized.

Further in, the shower area felt almost like a private spa. A wide overhead shower poured water down in a gentle cascade, like standing beneath a rainfall, complemented by a handheld nozzle, a faucet, and even side jets that could envelop the body from all directions.

Frosted glass enclosed the space, offering only a blurred silhouette from outside that would look sensual, private, yet undeniably elegant.

Near the entrance, close to the tub, a dedicated vanity area had been prepared. A makeup table stood ready, lined with cosmetics, foundation, lipsticks, powders, alongside tools like a hairdryer and curling iron, all carefully arranged by the staff. From there, a side door led into the expanded wardrobe.

Inside, the space resembled a boutique. Mirrors rose from floor to ceiling, placed strategically so Ashley wouldn’t need to move far to see herself from every angle.

Cabinets had already been filled with her newly purchased clothes, shoes, and bags, each item arranged with precision. At the center stood a glass display case, illuminated from within, showcasing her accessories like watches, bracelets, necklaces, earrings, each piece gleaming under its own light.

Inside the wardrobe, several benches and stools upholstered in soft velvet had been placed with careful intention, positioned exactly where she might need them. Whether slipping into a pair of heels or adjusting a strap, she could sit comfortably without having to move far, every detail arranged to make even the simplest routine feel effortless.

Ashley could only stare, her mouth slightly open.

It didn’t feel like a room anymore; it felt like an entire residence contained within one space.

And just when she thought she had seen everything, Aunt Lavinia guided her back out, toward another door near the bed. Inside, she found a smaller, more intimate space, her personal study. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

A black rosewood desk stood at its center, paired with a soft leather chair upholstered in royal blue velvet. On the desk sat a high-end computer setup, sleek and modern yet styled with subtle feminine touches.

Behind it, built-in shelves held a curated mix of books and decorative pieces like antique porcelain, delicate cups, and small plants, arranged neatly without feeling cluttered.

Everything was deliberate and balanced.

A space meant not just for living, but for thinking, creating, and simply being.

The shelves were filled with an eclectic mix of books, like novels, academic texts, art volumes, and even light reads, carefully chosen to cover nearly every interest.

Since they didn’t know her hobbies or what she might be drawn to, they had simply prepared a little of everything, ensuring she would have something to reach for no matter her mood.

Beside the desk, a floor-to-ceiling window framed the view outside, letting in soft natural light that made the space feel calm and inviting. On the other side, a compact snack bar had been set up, complete with a coffee machine and a small refrigerator, offering quiet convenience within arm’s reach.