"Ellinor, welcome to my room!"
Patricia enthusiastically invited Ellinor into her bedroom.
Her room was decked out in luxury, with limited-edition furniture from big-name brands and a custom-made bed draped with a canopy. The sheets looked so delicate and expensive; it was like every thread was a testament to opulence.
However, the room was heavy with the same intense perfume that Patricia wore, which was a bit too much and could give Ellinor a headache if she smelled it for too long.
Ellinor looked around, gave a nod, and said, "Yeah, it's pretty dope."
However, Patricia seemed a bit bothered, sighed, and asked, "Ellinor, do you think my room's too over-the-top?"
Ellinor replied honestly, "If your family's got the money, who cares?"
Patricia then sighed, "Ugh, all this was specially designed for me by people Balfour hired. Balfour said that everything I use must be the best in the world. So, even the tiles in my room were painstakingly made from real crystal.
I told him it was a big fuss, but he didn't listen. Ellinor, forget about the other things; why the hell do the floor tiles need to be so fancy?"
After listening to Patricia brag, Ellinor gave a small smile, "Ms. Howard, you're lucky to have a brother who spoils you rotten."
Patricia, naturally proud of Balfour's affection, said, "Yeah! Balfour really spoils me. He gives me the best things in the world. He spoils me so much that I get allergic reactions to cheap stuff now, and it's a real pain. By the way, Ellinor, I heard you had a tough time growing up."
Ellinor replied candidly, "Yeah, it was okay."
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