Emma
The manor is enormous. The house James and I will live in is big, but it can’t compare to this. The parking lot is full of brand-new, expensive cars. Knowing how famous and rich the Miller family is, I am pretty sure the guests will be no less renowned. The beautiful marble statues are adorning the steps leading to the main entrance. An elderly man in a black suit and an elegant bowtie greets us, bowing his head.
“Master. Welcome to the family manor.” the man says, then turns to me. His eyes are a very strange colour and I fix my gaze on him to see better but he quickly looks away.
“Everyone is here,” the butler says to James.
“Thank you.”
James nods and we head in. The inside of the manor is even more beautiful. My eyes slide over the walls, decorated with beautiful- and famou
