Christian and Lewis stood at the lobby, their eyes wandering at the paintings hanging at the front desk. A painted picture of Samantha riding a large white mare was the largest painting that hung at the centre of the grey wall, her signature scribbled in black paint.
Christian was unsure if Samantha could paint or she just let anyone do it. She did not mention it to him, not once. Lewis was a different story. She was staring at the place as if it was heaven—it looked like heaven because of the large chandeliers floating in the air. There weren’t any cord that let the chandeliers suspend themselves in the air.
“Why isn’t there a string or something that holds the chandelier?” Lewis wondered out loud. Christian looked up and he was in utter awe at the technology her building was using. Aft
