My anxiety was climbing to the roof as I swirled around the house that belonged to Mr. Le Doux. It wasn't just any house you could find in Willowdale. The earlier I came here, I was taken directly to the bedroom but now, I was seeing a different view. Massive couches were stretched across the hallways, they seemed to be victorian but well-kept. The lights were dimmed, the fireplace was burning, thick carpets lengthened across the solid wooden floor and lastly, the window hung tall.
Gloom and curiosity spread over me as I tried my best to look at every single piece inside the house. It was undeniably beautiful and I couldn't take my eyes off anything.
"Would you like to have something to drink?" The woman asked as she came through the door. "Mr. Le Doux should me in a few minutes," she r
