Good gracious, even the lawn wasn't mowed.
Fine, I'll ask Zara to hire housekeepers.
The ankle level of my black trouser was soaked by the persistent outburst of water from the heavens.
This was my favorite trousers.
Curse you Grandpa.
Approaching his black, metal door that had a golden knob, I closed my red umbrella and dropped it by the door side. My long fingers curled around the doorknob and I pushed it open.
Three white couches were forming a U shape in the middle of the living room. A fireplace that was burning earnestly with common earthly flames was placed in a wall.
A glass wall in the room revealed a pool that was now disturbed by the angry outburst of the rain. The white tiles below me reflected the white ceiling above me that had a huge chandelier hanging over the room.
