She looked around the room, taking in the aesthetic. It was exactly her style.
If it weren’t for the soft, warm tones striking straight at her heart, she might have forgotten what she actually liked.
Ever since she married Fairfax Yelchin, she had given up her own preferences.
Despite how unreliable Fairfax was in their relationship, his taste in decor was heavy, grounded, and oppressively masculine—strictly black, white, and gray. His spaces never featured the colors she loved. Even after they tied the knot, he forbade her from changing a single thing in his room.
“It really is good to be home. Even my tastes get to be free,” Starla murmured with a sigh.
Many people believed that once you got married, wherever your husband was became your home. But in all those years after joining the Yelchin family, even while living at Petal Villa, there was barely a trace of anything she actually liked.
Seeing her satisfaction, the butler nodded. "I've drawn your bath. Please rest early."
"Thank you." She nodded.
As he turned to leave, she stopped him. "When is my father coming back?"
She had just returned today and wanted to see him. In truth, during all those years in Marina City, she had missed him terribly ever since they found her. Though their time together had been brief, both Elmer and Yardley Hoggart made her feel the genuine warmth of family.
The butler checked his watch. "Mr. Hoggart will likely be back quite late tonight. There have been some issues with the royal family recently."
Starla had heard rumors about the recent unrest in Yoran Country. Naturally, an incident of that magnitude would keep her father busy.
"That's a shame. Guess I won't be seeing him tonight."
"If you wake up early enough tomorrow morning, you might catch him," the butler offered.
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