Nate scoffs, “Of course he did. Couldn’t let me have anything nicer than him.”
“Aw, poor baby.”
He squeezes my hand, then walks me through the downstairs area.
The living room, kitchen, and dining room all look familiar, except for the way he has decorated the place.
It’s different from his moody bedroom.
It’s done neutral enough that it changes with time, still with plenty of character—beautiful marble throughout the kitchen, and pops of color from accent chairs and rugs. It’s a mix of modern and masculine industrial decor and design, similar to his office at M-Squared.
The floor-to-ceiling arched windows will always be my favorite part, though.
“Since the primary bedroom is upstairs now, I’ve converted the downstairs one into a gym.” He opens a frosted glass door to one of the most aesthetically pleasing workout spaces I’ve ever seen. It’s serene and bright; the perfect motivator. He points to the corner, “There’s a sauna and ice plunge. I know you like to run, but let me know if there's any equipment you need in here that I don’t have.”
Next door to the gym is a guest bedroom, and next to that is Claud’s room.
“Did she help decorate? This is very Claudina coded.” I walk around the all pink room, decorated in only ballet decor.
There’s a large photo of Juliette from when she danced professionally, and next to it one of Claud that matches. Across the other wall is a ballet bar and a large mirror for her to practice.
“Of course she did. I had very strict rules I had to follow, especially on the color palette, but especially the ceiling.”
I look up, then place my hand over my heart, rubbing it lightly. “This is beautiful.”
It’s a collage of gorgeous watercolor-painted butterflies throughout the entire space.
“Juliette had it done at their house, as a surprise for her birthday. She then, of course, asked the rest of the brothers,mom, and dad to have it done in her other rooms. She wanted to see Camila before bed every night.”
“She’s the sweetest girl.”
“The best.” He murmurs, then we walk through the rest of the place.
His office is filled with top-of-the-line drafting tables and equipment, endless books, and tons of pictures of Claudina, the family, and me.
He points to the corner, “I’m not sure why you had so many self-help and meditation books, but they were moved to that shelf.”
“They ground me.” I laugh when he gives me a look. “You know I still get anxiety in new places with people I’m unfamiliar with. Those books have helped a lot.”
“If you say so.”
He points to the other side of the room, and my jaw hits the floor.
“Nathaniel,” I murmur, stunned.
How did I miss this when I walked in?
I’m staring at a six-foot glass case displaying my midnight blue, celestial ball gown from the gala. There’s a light shining, creating a perfect halo around the dress.
It looks like something out of a museum.
“Why?” I whisper, walking up to the display to take in my one-of-a-kind dress.
“Because that night, when you walked in, I had never seen you look as beautiful as you did then. You looked like the true goddess you are. And I knew then, when you glanced across the dance floor, making eye contact with me, that everything was going to turn out how it should be.”
“You’re a beautiful man, Nate. ” I kiss his cheek, and we admire the dress for a moment, then I take his hand as we walk toward the door. “How many square feet is the penthouse now?”My head is on a swivel, taking in every immaculate high-end detail.
“Ten thousand.”
