Hope POV
THE sun is shining brighter in the cornflower-blue sky. I notice the trees sway in a warming breeze, and the daisies are starting to wilt. It was getting too hot, so we decided to go inside and hang out in the living room. I opened the big windows and let the fresh air in. I turned off the air conditioning.
"How old is this house, Hope?" Dom asked me. He was checking out the stairs and the exquisite ceiling.
"It's a century-old house, that's for sure. I don't know the year it was built, though." I said to him. I don't know the exact year, but it's been around for ages. It was passed on from generation to generation.
"It's immaculate. It must have cost a fortune to maintain this." He commented while admiring the grand staircase. I remember my Dad telling me those gold swirls ar
