Either way, Alex knew that tonight was going
to be different. He wasn’t going to let himself regret any of this
tomorrow, and there was no way in hell that he was going to fall in
love.
Flagstones led from the driveway and Alex
followed them to a stone front porch. He tentatively made his way
across the porch and to the front door, looking in slowly, and
praying that this man not turn out to be an ax murderer.
From the open door he could see a white
tiled foyer. A chandelier that looked like something a French king
would love hung from the open second story. Alex slowly made his
way in, unsure if something, or rather someone, were going to pop
out and grab him at any moment.
Inside, a large staircase loomed in front of
him, and identical ball room sized rooms opened on each side of the
foyer. He smiled as he noticed that the chandeliers inside them
matched the one in the foyer. Strangely, there was a not a drop of
furniture anywhere.