Larissa's POV
After a brief meal with my parents, I drove to the estate, eager to see how my belongings would fit into this sprawling mansion. The iron gates opened automatically as my car approached, and butterflies danced in my stomach. This place was actually mine now.
Benjamin greeted me at the entrance, his face professionally neutral. "Mrs. Gary, the moving crew has finished. I supervised the placement of your items according to Mr. Gary's specifications."
"Thank you, Benjamin," I replied, still adjusting to having staff. "I'll handle the rest myself."
"Of course, ma'am. Chef plans to serve dinner at seven, unless you'd prefer another time?"
"Seven works perfectly," I said, already moving toward the staircase. "I need to start settling in."
