At eight p.m. sharp, Rhea arrived at the main entrance of Rory Korlin’s house. If Aron’s was a haven for modern open-concept architecture, Rory’s house was an homage to the aesthetics of Byzantine structural design.
It was all about the arches, corridors, intricate craftsmanship, covering every inch of the doors, walls and the ceilings. Rhea was in half a mind to take out her phone and click as many pictures until the available space in her phone’s memory runs out.
However as the butler greeted her at the door, she assumed a respectable calm and walked into the house. She handed him the box of assortments, she had prepared for Rory Korlin and then followed after him through an opulently decorated corridor into Rory Korlin’s Room.
All her excitement escaped her body when she saw a decr
