A day before the call
Caroline Blackwell woke up to the soft glow of morning sunlight filtering through the sheer white curtains of her dorm room. The space was a masterpiece of understated luxury—white marble floors glistened under the light, complemented by plush ivory rugs scattered strategically across the room.
The walls were a pristine eggshell hue, adorned with minimalist gold accents and framed art that hinted at old money and timeless sophistication. A crystal chandelier hung elegantly from the ceiling, casting delicate patterns of light, while a velvet chaise lounge sat near the bay window, inviting anyone to sink into its comfort.
This wasn't just any dorm room; it had history to her. The room once belonged to her father during his years at the academy.
Caroline had asked her grandfather for it when she decided to attend, and as always, her wish had been granted, he always seemed to cater to all her needs, and now her dad's room was hers now remodel in her style.
