Chapter 19. Coffee Spill

And here is the dining room,” Emily said, opening a tall double door. They both stepped in.

“Wow,” Lucien muttered under his breath. “This is more than I expected.”

“Yeah, right? When I first came here, I had the same expression as you do now,” Emily replied with a small smile. Lucien slowly walked forward, taking in the details of the room. The dining room was massive. A long, polished mahogany table stretched across the center, surrounded by twelve high-backed chairs with soft velvet cushioning. A chandelier hung directly above the table, sparkling under the soft glow of the ceiling lights. The walls were painted cream with golden floral patterns tracing the edges. A massive clock was mounted on the wall, its gold-rimmed face ticking quietly in the background. The air smelled faintly of lavender and wood polish.

Lucien was still admiring the paintings on the far end of the room when Emily clapped her hands together.

“Alright, that’s enough of showing you ar