"Make yourself comfortable."
Selina glanced over at Gray and Lily as she led them into the living room. There was lightness in her step as she moved barefoot across the marble floor.
Gray had expected the layout of her condo to be exactly like his. After all, they lived on the sa floor of the sa building.
However, almost imdiately, he noticed the difference,
The floor plan was similar, but the interior... it was sothing else entirely.
Her condo felt more luxurious, but in a subtle way.
The cream-colored walls were accented with paintings. So had scenery as the main the, while others were more modern and abstract.
Selina’s furniture also looked custom. They were made out of more expensive wood, soft velvet, and leather materials that looked perfectly together. Aside from that, her appliances were top-tier brands.
The ones in Gray’s condo were already high-end, but Selina was just on another level.
Gray couldn’t help it. His brows lifted slightly.
"Wow," he murmured under his breath.
Lily, who was walking beside him, also couldn’t help but let out a reaction.
"Sister Selina... this place is like a movie," she whispered in the air.
Selina glanced over her shoulder, laughing gently.
"It’s not that fancy, I promise. My grandfather helped design the interior. I couldn’t really stop him when he’s so enthusiastic about it."
Gray chuckled at it. He was imagining Conrad’s excited face while designing things, and he couldn’t help but cringe at it.
Still, the place suited Selina. It was elegant, comfortable, and quietly stunning.
They hadn’t gone far when a voice called gently from the hallway.
"Selina?"
They turned around to see who it was. From one of the doors, an elderly woman with silver hair tied in a neat braid, appeared. Even though she was old, her posture remained upright as she walked slowly to greet them
Selina smiled imdiately.
"Nana, this is Gray and Lily. The ones I told you about. Our neighbors."
The old woman’s gaze settled first on Lily, her expression warming even more as she saw how young she was.
"Oh, what a sweet little girl," she said softly. "And you must be Gray."
Gray gave a small bow out of instinct, "Yes, ma’am. It’s nice to et you."
"She’s Nana Colette," Selina introduced warmly. She stepped beside the woman and gently guided her to et the two. "She helped raise since I was born. She stays with when Grandpa’s not around."
"Just call Nana, too." Colette chuckled lightly.
"Hi, Nana Colette!" Lily stepped forward almost imdiately. She smiled widely and waved her hand energetically. "I’m Lily! It’s nice to et you!"
Colette’s face softened even more.
"Hello, Lily. You’re just as lovely as Selina said."
Gray stood a little straighter at that. He was feeling both grateful and oddly self-conscious that Selina had ntioned them to the woman.
"Are the designers here already, Nana?"
"Yes, dear," Colette gave a nod and a gentle smile. "They’re already in your office, setting up."
Selina clapped her hands together softly. "Perfect. Let’s go there then, Gray?"
Gray nodded and smiled.
"Sure."
With that, Colette turned and began leading them down the hallway. Her pace was slow but steady. Every step she took still carried grace, despite her age. Gray walked beside Lily as Selina followed just behind them.
"They’ve just arrived a couple of minutes ago so they must still be organizing everything."
The hallway led to a pair of frosted double doors at the end. Colette gave it a small push and stepped inside first.
One by one, they slowly entered.
When it was Gray’s turned, he paused for a mont as he stepped into the room.
The office didn’t look like a normal office anymore.
It was sohow transford into a fitting studio.
Racks of clothes lined on one side of the area, hung with various suits and dresses in muted and elegant colors. There was another section on the other side where it had ters of fabric laid across a long table.
There were silks, linens, and materials Gray didn’t even know how to na.
Beside the table were two n, busy organizing the racks and adjusting garnts on mannequins. They looked like assistants. Both were dressed in all-black suit, their movents swift and practiced.
But Gray’s eyes landed on the third man in the room.
He stood near the far window, one hand holding a slim iPad, while the other resting against his chin as he scrolled. His hair was dyed in silver, with sharp bangs that frad his face.
He wore a monochro red outfit— loose slacks, and a long blazer made out of satin. The clothes, even if they seed odd, looked good on him.
More than that, the man has presence.
The mont Gray saw him, he couldn’t help but think that he was familiar.
And then it hit him.
The man was Eliot Ravelle.
A global na.
An icon in haute couture.
Eliot had dressed royalty, film stars, and billionaires. He was known for his notoriously exclusive client list and avant-garde design philosophy.
Eliot was the kind of person you don’t just hire.
Even so stars sought his designs, but were turned down because they just couldn’t afford him.
The man was so popular, he didn’t need anyone to promote his design.
’Damn...’ Gray’s eyes widened slightly.
’What the hell is soone like him doing here?’
The man finally looked up from his iPad. His piercing, green-colored eyes flicked toward them with brief disinterest until he spotted Selina.
A faint smile curved his lips.
"Selina, my dear." The man’s voice was thin.
Selina smiled back, followed by a chuckle. She was calm and unbothered, as if this wasn’t a big deal and was just a normal interaction.
"Eliot," she greeted out loud. "Thanks for coming even on short notice."
"Of course. Who am I to say no to you?" Eliot gave a slow nod before glancing past her. His gaze landed on Gray, then Lily. His eyes narrowed slightly as if studying them.
"And this must be the guy you ntioned," he said, tilting his head slightly.
"Well, not bad..." Eliot looked curious as he continued to stare at Gray.
"I guess you still have so taste, dear."
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