Chapter 16: Acting in progress
Chapter sixteen
The sight that greeted her rendered her speechless. She clasped her bag to her chest as her eyes widened. The mansion looked like something from architectural digest. Like a Victorian England mansion turned modern in the most flattering and beautiful way ever.
The sound of water gushing from the fountain finally jolted her out of her reverie. She shook her head several times, as if to clear away the remains of the lingering awe.
She wiped her face clean of any stunned expression and she stride elegantly along.
The inner gate swung open to admit her in, and she had another hard time arranging her facial features. So, there were really people who are this rich? By any definition, this should be the visual description of "as rich as croesus". No sooner had she entered, her eyes caught several other people in the room.
She breathed a copious sigh of relief at the sight. At least if they were to be gutted and deboweled, she wouldn't be the first. She took a seat at the farthest end of the most cushiony lounge sofa she's ever sat on. Not that she has many lounge sofa for comparison.
"Excuse me?" A shrill voice said from behind her, making her jump in fright.
She turned her head and almost double over with a laugh. But she caught herself quickly and nodded with wide eyes shinning with mirth. Behind her was a tiny lady, wearing the most ridiculous turban she'd ever seen. Purple plums adorned the turban, she had a huge sunglasses balanced on her tiny nose and her mouth was painted vivid red.
"How may I help you, miss?" She asked in English