Isadora
"This is my humble house." He said as he led me in. To say the interior was beautiful would be an insult to its beauty. The house looked like a marriage between modern and old that had gone right. Everything screamed wealth and luxury.
He dropped the gifts on a table and led me around the house, giving me a tour. Each room had a story of its own. It was exactly like the dream house I had always told Lucas about through my letters, which was an easy means of communication we made use of back then.
In my letters to Lucas, I always told him of my dream house, and every design in this house was a direct replica of what I had described in the letter. I began suspecting him as I kept staring at the whole place in awe. Had he seen the letters I wrote to Lucas and modified his house to
