We went inside, still giggling. I started to whisper to Jon and he started to laugh even harder.
"Lacey, this is my house. You don't have to whisper." He said, making me blush. Sneaking the champagne and booking it for the house had made me feel like a silly teenager yet again.
"Right. Noted." I said, unsure of what else to say. Jon led me to a room on the opposite side of the house from the dining room. He turned on the light and I saw a little living room. The room was horribly old fashioned. It had a little love seat with worn white upholstery that had a pink rose print as well as a matching chair. The chair was tall with wooden legs. The coffee table was also older and made from a dark wood of some kind. The fireplace was beautiful. It had a large mantle that was made of wood. It h
