Irene:
Linda and I are in her sitting room, discussing plans for our new project. As expected, Linda and Hunter stay in this huge mansion all by themselves but Hunter visits the pack-house every other day.
The living room is fancy, glowing with a dim amber light, the fendi casa sofas draped with knitted pillows are facing each other across a glass coffee table, the windows are shut and covered in white sheer curtains, the fireplace behind the sofa is flickering with a warm amber light, above the fireplace is a large silver ornate mirror that reflects the grand piano tucked in the corner of the room.
Before I came, Linda already prepared a kettle of earl gray tea and English scones coated in jam and cream, which makes it hard to focus because they are so good; I am reaching out for anoth
