Ezra
“Now you’re going to stay here.” Joe's mom swung open the Mahogany wooden door to the grand mansion, which sat right next to the triplet's palace. The palace itself was a breathtaking sight, radiating opulence and grandeur, big enough to accommodate nearly a hundred people. Similar to the one I have seen in the Cinderella movie where she runs down the stairs when the clock strikes twelve.
“Did you not like it?” Joe’s mom asked me, perhaps noticing my confused expression. I couldn't help but clear my throat nervously. I hesitated to ask the question that weighed on my mind.
"Um, how much is the rent here?" The fear of being kicked out yet again loomed over me, as I had already experienced that unpleasant fate twice before. I desperately wanted to avoid another blow to my pride.
Joe
