EVELYN
The house Cole and I were escorted into was quite lovely, far nicer than I’d expected.
It wasn’t exactly big, but it seemed cozy. It was full of tall windows that let in a ton of light, and all of the furnishings were comfortable and homey.
A meek servant, a tiny dark-haired woman, led us through the house. Silently, she guided us to the second floor and stopped in front of a wooden door. She knocked politely, pausing for a moment until a voice within answered.
“Come in!”
The servant straightened her posture before opening the door for us. She stood aside and gestured for us to enter.
It appeared to be a lounging room. There was a sofa, an oversized chair, and a blazing fireplace that filled the room with warmth. A huge, plush rug spanned the reddish brown floors and the wall
