Later that evening, I found myself standing at the entrance of a familiar yet enigmatic house, my heart racing with anticipation.
As I pressed the doorbell, the sturdy wooden door swung open, revealing a dimly lit interior.
I took a deep breath, savoring the scent of the fresh flowers that wafted through the air and stepped inside, the coolness of the wood beneath my feet sending a shiver of excitement up my spine.
Descending the staircase, I found the hallway eerily empty, but it was the delicate glow of little candles flickering along the floor that captivated me most. They formed a soft trail leading deeper into the house, guiding me like a beacon. Scattered among the twinkling lights were rose petals, their velvety softness adding a romantic touch to the atmosphere.
