"Welcome to my mother's house, angel," he said, offering me his hand. I hesitated for a moment, unsure whether to take his hand or not. He raised an eyebrow, waiting patiently for my next move.
In the end, he took my hand and pulled me along, knowing my indecisiveness would likely prolong our arrival. I glanced around, my eyes fixating on what lay beyond the gates.
The sight that unfolded before me left me frozen in awe. One of the most stunning houses I had ever seen stood before me, its grandeur extending beyond my wildest dreams. The gates opened, revealing a captivating view that beckoned me to explore further. The house had a unique and beautiful design, reminiscent of something you would only find in magazines or on television, as if it had been plucked from the realm of fantasy and placed before me.
