To simply say it was beautiful would be an understatement. The inside of this mansion was even grander than the exteriors I found myself gaping at earlier.
"This is a beautiful house," I ogled at the walls as I walked in.
Antiquities were placed at each corner and old, beautiful paintings were hanging from the walls of the foyer.
"Thanks," Jordan said.
The same short, old man walked up to us.
"Dinner is served, Master Jordan," he informed. "Your coat, miss," he turned to me and smiled warmly.
I smiled back at his friendly face and removed the coat from my shoulders. Placing it in his hand, I followed Jordan into the house.
We passed through a hallway whose walls were lined with big paintings which looked like they were probably bought off at an auction. You always see rich people's houses lined with paintings as such although I have to admit I never really understood art.
"Do you love vintage paintings?" I asked.
