Selina stood in her new, spacious room, which was easily five times larger than her previous cheap apartment. She had just finished placing everything exactly where it belonged, with each item now representing a fresh beginning.
The room was cozy yet luxurious, embodying the soft, feminine charm she had always dreamed of for her sanctuary. Gentle hues, elegant touches, and thoughtful details infused the space with a warmth that felt deeply personal.
She took a slow, contented breath, savoring the faint scent of newness that still lingered in the air. For the first time in a long while, she felt like she truly belonged—like this space was meant for her.
Her gaze fell on her mechanical sewing machine, tucked safely in a corner beside the wardrobe. It was broken, and she needed to fix it, though the thought of her nearly empty bank account made her anxious.
Even though she had to live with Zane in the Manor for the sake of the baby, she didn't want to rely on him financially.
