Chapitre 53: Missing...

Histoire sat on the edge of her seat as the car came to a halt by the large gates of the Venue. The manor's structure was enormous and could be seen from a great remoteness. At night, the lights stretched far out and anyone could be persuaded into the belief that the luminescent streaks touched the dark sky. The entire landscape up until the edge of where the surrounding forest began was embellished by the blinding lights. Histoire had almost forgotten her aversion to the prospect of living there; almost, because she was still reluctant to leave the car.