It was an extravagant house with plenty of paintings hung on the walls in the entire house. She discovered that Mrs. Chapel was fond of collecting paintings and her husband bought them for her. They looked at the painting they had come for and it was one of a kind piece. The paints that were used were of high quality and the strokes on the canvas so precise.
While they walked further Katie had noticed the way he looked at her. She had caught him looking at her neckline more than three times. At first, she had thought she had mistaken him again but it happened again. It made her uncomfortable now and they had spent quite some time inside.
"I think we should go back now," she proposed.
"What's the hurry?" she heard him say, "The party hasn't even started."
"What?" she asked, furrowing her brows confused.
