DIANA
Entering the house is like stepping into a realm of opulence. The sheer scale of it all leaves me in awe. It's not just a house; it's a mansion, a palace fit for royalty. I can't help but wonder if this guy is secretly a prince or a king in disguise.
As I step over the threshold and into the foyer, my eyes widen in amazement. The interior strikes a perfect balance between understated elegance and jaw-dropping magnificence. The decor is modest in its approach, yet every detail exudes a sense of grandeur that's hard to miss.
The floors beneath my feet are made of gleaming, polished wood, so immaculate that they seem to mirror the very essence of luxury. The shiny surface plays tricks on my socks, making me wobble for a moment as I try to find my footing. It's as though the floors themselves are conspiring to remind me of the sheer grandeur of this place.
The walls are adorned with tasteful artwork, each piece a masterpiece in its own right. Paintings, sculptures, and intricate tapestries tell stories of culture, history, and artistry. The lighting is nothing short of exquisite, casting a warm, inviting glow that accentuates the beauty of the surroundings.
In the distance, I catch a glimpse of a sweeping staircase, its banister adorned with intricate carvings that speak of craftsmanship from another era. Crystal chandeliers hang from the ceiling, their prismatic crystals refracting light in a mesmerizing dance, casting intricate patterns on the walls and floor.
As I continue to explore, I discover cozy sitting areas with plush, inviting furniture that beckons relaxation and conversation. Every piece seems to have been carefully chosen to blend seamlessly into the tapestry of this extraordinary home.
It's not just a house; it's a masterpiece of design, a palace of dreams. And as I look around, I can't help but wonder how I've found myself in such a place.
I blink, brought back to the harsh reality of my situation. Kidnapped, and then sold by my spineless father to clear his debts. The initial sense of awe quickly fades, leaving me feeling more hollow than ever.
Jeremy gestures for me to follow him. As we ascend the staircase to the second floor, I can't help but notice the seemingly endless hallway lined with doors on both sides. How many people does he house in this place?
He must sense my curiosity as he offers an explanation, "This floor is for relatives, and there are quite a few of them. Hopefully, you'll get to meet them all." .
We continue climbing more flights of stairs, and I can't help but wish for an escalator. This place is massive, and navigating it feels like an endurance test.
"This is the floor where I reside, and it's also where you'll be staying," he says, though he quickly reassures me that we won't be sharing a room until I'm comfortable with it. I silently thank the heavens because I doubt I could change his mind once it's set on something.
He opens the door to my room, and I step inside. The interior design is simple yet elegant, with a queen-sized bed, minimalist wall paint, and tasteful paintings that lend the room an artistic touch. It's spacious and gives off a sense of serenity, almost like a sanctuary.
The polished wood floor feels immaculate beneath my feet, even though I left my shoes at the front door. I fear my socks might tarnish the pristine surface.
And that bed—oh, that bed—it looks so plush and inviting that I can't resist the urge to flop onto it. A soft moan escapes my lips as my body sinks into its welcoming embrace, earning a chuckle from Jeremy.
"Well, I'll leave you to it. It's been a rough night," he remarks, explaining that he'll arrange for a meal and a change of clothes. He points me in the direction of the bathroom, but I can hardly focus on his words. Sleep beckons and I desperately need it. "Come downstairs when you're feeling refreshed. There are a few people I'd like you to meet." With that, he exits the room.
After a few minutes and some self-encouragement, I manage to peel myself off the bed and freshen up. When I return, I find a change of clothes neatly laid out on the bed, along with a meal being wheeled into the room. Do they really think I can't finish it all?.
Opting for my two-piece pajamas instead of the T-shirt and comfy shorts, I'm determined to embrace the comfort of the bed that's been calling my name. It doesn't take long for the soothing scent of lavender from the pillow and the exhaustion coursing through my body to lull me into a deep, dreamless sleep.