A glance at the house that they were heading to was enough for grace to know that it really belongs to Jonathan Miller. It's stood out from everything and somehow was more imposing than anyhow. She had seen while coming here.
It seemed much more powerful and attention seeking yet at the same time, the house in itself, warned people to stay away.
"Did you ever spend your childhood here? I would be scared to live here." She whispered under her breath, somehow hoping that the house did not hear her say that. But from the looks of it, she would not be surprised if there was some kind of soul living in the house, haunting it.
"No," he chuckled, "I left in my parents house. I want my mother decorated."
She remembered that. Both of his family houses were on the upper east side.
