Anthony carefully observed the room, noting every detail of the gothic-style office they were in. The desk, the chairs, the books arranged on ornate shelves; everything seemed imbued with an air of mystery and solemnity. He settled comfortably on a sofa in a corner, while Alison adopted a serious expression as she sat in her chair.
"How did you get that flower? Where did you find it?" Alison asked, her piercing gaze fixed on Anthony. However, Anthony didn't seem disturbed by the intensity of her stare.
"That's not something you ask, Mrs. Alison. It's impolite," Anthony responded, lips slightly pursed, maintaining composure in the gravity of the situation.
"Well, I'm not playing," Alison warned, her tone growing darker with each uttered word. But Anthony didn't back down.
