Chapter Eighteen
Rachel stared back into Benji’s eyes, excited to learn all about him.
“Yes! I’m ready,” she said holding his hand.
“Ok, but you have to keep it a secret. I know I can trust you.”
“I haven’t told a soul,” she said shaking her head.
He opened the door and motioned for her to come in. As she walked inside she entered an enormous, three-story, marble foyer with beautifully adorned walls with gold picture frames. The lighting was dim, and the glow from the candles filled the room. Rachel looked around and saw endless, sprawling, elaborate and beautifully decorated rooms.
The wooden soles of her ballet flats echoed as she walked across the marble floors, following Benji from room to room.
“This is the kitchen,” Benji said, pointing to an open room with only one long table
