Please help me pick my jaws from the floor, I think I dropped it there.
I opened my mouth.
"Should there be flies in here, your mouth would be their next resting place." Mar frowned at me, "stop acting like a person from the slums."
"And what does a person from the slums behave like?"
Even as I asked, I can't stop my eyes from taking in the beauty in front of me.
To call the house a beauty, is an understatement. It's more than beauty. It's a house worth opening your mouth in shock, for.
We are in the living room.
The sliding door at the right led straight to the balcony. The windows are all see-through, so you can be able to see those below, should you care for them.
"Won't people see the inside of your house?"
"It's one-way glass. You can be able to see them perfectly, but they can't see you."
