Allyson's POV
I stood outside my apartment door, waiting for the elevator to bring Gina up. My heart raced with anticipation to show her around.
This wasn't just any apartment anymore. This was truly mine.
My name sat on the ownership papers, black ink on white paper, making it official. Michael had made this possible for me.
The reality still felt surreal. Sometimes I wondered if I'd wake up from this beautiful dream.
But every morning I opened my eyes in this space, the truth hit me again. I owned a home in Miami. Not just any home either, but one nestled in the city's most exclusive district.
The happiness bubbled inside me, threatening to spill over.
The elevator bell rang, and the doors parted.
Gina burst out with her arms wide. "Allyson! Look at you, absolutely radiant!"
I wrapped her in a tight embrace. "You tell me that every time we meet."
