They stopped in front of a room, then Mary opened the door and they both entered.
The room was big and was shaped like a square.
The walls were painted white and lights illuminated from the white ceiling.
There was a rug on the floor, it was a mixture of black grey and white. It was made of wool.
A canvas painting was hung on the wall, above the bed. There were two nightstands with lamps on both sides of the bed.
To the left, was a floor length window. And to the right was a bathroom. It was an en-suite.
The room was all shades of luxury.
She was still taking in the beauty of the room, when Mary said. “He really likes you. I am happy for you.”
“Excuse me?” Elizabeth said, as she turned to look at her, with a confused look on her face.
“He has never brought any woman to this house
