Philip led Sire into the mansion. She didn't know why but it felt as though he wanted to behave like nothing had happened. Like the girl in the room never stood by the window.
The interior designs of the mansion she'd just stepped in left Sire wondering. She looked up at the far ceiling then around her and at the tall firm walls. Everything starting from the ceiling, the walls, the wood and the curtains seemed to be quite old items but held a unique and authentic beauty. The way the colors and lightings of the building dimmed everything down. Leaving the mansion with no aura to suddenly have a lurking one that Sire was sure she couldn't point out. She shivered a little as Philip led her up the stairs of the lobby. Ushering her into a hallway.
As they walked, the maids on either sides of the hallway bowed at them. None of them said a word of welcoming or greeting. Unlike the nice maids in Vivian's mansion.
